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We emerged in spring proud to wear our psychedelic green, we fluttered in May’s breeze doing our duty providing sustenance for our trees. In Sun and...

I have to state I am pleased with the text which, to date hasn't had any negative comments so far. A videsat from Alex, is a contemprary take on Antony Burgess text, "A clockwork Orange" being dyslexic, for me the challange was to simply read the text. When I found that painful I opted for a you tube sound recording instead, this gives help to the text as the glosses used are intoned, so the hearer gets to at least grasp the story. WhatI have attempted is to putan older Alex (a man of about 50) in a world where ultraviolence and a police state exists, post a Brexit. The original text ends with Alex growing up and becoming bored with his life he chooses to change insteadof change being thrust upon him. I attempted to put in the summary my take on nadsat however, it was far too large to do, so have put it as an appendix to the text itself. If people like it, I might carry this project on. I would stress, that I in no way wish to deride ock or or replace Burgess brilliant novella. I simply wanted to update it to a world that I see unfolding around me, where the news is slanted, where what we see with our eyes cannot be fully belived and the where free market capitalism, taken to its extreme, is as insane and as hate driven as the socialist or communist totalitarian system that was so feared by my parents (cold war) generation. we need both in a democracy. thanks.

Action adventure, mystery novel in progress. A bronze statuette of the Hindu God, Ganesha, is dragged from the seabed in Cornwall by fisherman Dan Mapleton. It holds clues to hidden treasure and the hunt is on!

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was happy. She loved life. The girl’s best friend was the White Wizard. She had other friends too, but...

There is an old campfire tale that I have often heard told about a traveller, travelling at night, who got lost in a mist in the woods. And while he...

Sky white as good Afghan heroin. A prelude to snow upon the wind. The chestnut tree whispers blind panic. Her fruits never bargained for this. Sunday...

While trees bordering the Potomac turn their greens to fire and golden leaves of Oak and Elm are released to dance on Pennsylvania Avenue or flutter...

I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead. I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead. I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman...

Part Eleven of Twelve: The Mystery Of The Season Of All Hallows Eve It was obvious to Kenneth that by unlocking the door Bridgette had unleashed some...