J. A. Stapleton

Type	Title	Author	Replies	Last updated
Story	A Walk in the Dusk	J. A. Stapleton	5	10 years 10 months ago
Story	The Genesis People - Chapters 1 & 2	Jon McBaker	1	10 years 10 months ago
Collection	Odds and Sods - Short Stories	J. A. Stapleton	0	10 years 10 months ago
Collection	Loyalty - or A Boy Born of Two Fathers.	J. A. Stapleton	0	10 years 10 months ago
Story	Opening Letters	J. A. Stapleton	3	10 years 10 months ago
Story	Through the Looking Glass	J. A. Stapleton	4	10 years 11 months ago
Story	Caponed.	J. A. Stapleton	1	10 years 11 months ago
Story	Seeping Through the Lavender - Chapter I	J. A. Stapleton	2	11 years 2 days ago
Story	The Conspiracy: Chapter Two [Part I]	J. A. Stapleton	5	11 years 1 week ago
Story	The Drunk (Western Short Story)	well-wisher	3	11 years 2 weeks ago
Story	Spare Parts	grover	6	11 years 2 weeks ago
Collection	The Conspiracy	J. A. Stapleton	0	11 years 3 weeks ago

The Second World War: PART 8 - Adelise Gèroux - Paris (1944)

By J. A. Stapleton on Sun, 22 Oct 2017

Roger Farrier crossed the landing and unlocked the door marked 16A, stepping inside and twisting the lock behind him in the same movement. He slotted the thin brass chain into place and, while drawing it to the right, a horrid feeling came over him.

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The Second World War: PART 7 - Roger Farrier - Paris (1944)

By J. A. Stapleton on Thu, 19 Oct 2017

When the café on the corner first opened its doors in the August of 1923, Pierre Goddard and his father thought their clientele would consist mostly of businessmen. Twenty-one years later, his father long gone from polio, with shoulder-length grey hair in a bun, the physical manifestation of a man in a mid-life crisis, and a World War in full swing, it had become frequented by Nazis.

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The Wonky Heart Pebble

By J. A. Stapleton on Tue, 17 Oct 2017

It is worth saying that this short lives up to the name of a short story. It is more a flash fiction than anything else I could label it. We were tasked with writing the manifest content of our peer's selected item and letting the others come up with the latent, or interpretation and meaning. Hope you found it as weird as I did as a writer studying dreams for a short while.