Duff Tarver was primarily a raconteur, his office was a bar or tavern and his audience were his fellow patrons. But he didn’t merely tell stories he also collected them from his loose tongued admirers, and he always got stories of worth.
As she sat on the patio drinking a glass of wine she began to feel a little light headed. It was nearly one o’clock and she hadn’t eaten all day as she was on her second glass of Pinot and she wasn’t used to drinking.
I was woken early one morning by a hammering on my back door. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs to find Alun in an excited mood. "It's my...
Pessimistic, one-sided, full of my own bias, will convince no-one not already convinced... Image from schoolshistory.org.uk (out of copyright).
In high orbit above the moon the Skeets were waiting anxiously for the Blue Marlin to leave the surface and navigate its way back through the Proximity Sensor Field when they picked up another vessel on their long-range sensors.
When she woke up on Saturday Morning (D-Day plus 3) with the sun streaming through her bedroom window Sarah was in great spirits. “Todays the day” she said and leapt out of bed because she was going to take her chance on that fine sunny day.
I was woken early one morning by a hammering on my back door. I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs where I found Alun holding ladies clothing. "I'...
After entering the relay station and the door closed behind them and the lights came on they were confronted by web of tightly packed multi-coloured lasers stretching the full length of the inner sanctum to within a metre of their objective.