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I have 121 stories published in 10 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 116113 times and 30 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Brian Cross

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Three Mile Drove, Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SIX A strong wind had lifted the clouds by the time Darren left the Fox and Hounds to meet Tim McPherson. Walking to his car he felt as though he was viewing things from afar, traces of his nightmare continued sweeping around his mind like the gusty aftermath of a powerful storm.

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Six

At any rate, when she'd learned that her uncle's bungalow would become hers she'd been horrified at the very thought of it. Darren Goldwater was welcome to it, both the bungalow and the fiendish existence, which lay just beyond its boundaries.

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Five

THREE MILE DROVE CHAPTER FIVE Darren guided his vehicle warily back along the narrow drove, paying particular attention to the area from which he thought the missile was thrown. Of course, he couldn't see a thing out there, everything was in total darkness. Total darkness that was, apart from a faint light that flickered somewhere off to his right. His curiosity aroused, he slowed the Jeep to a crawl. The glimmer was coming from an upstairs window of a house some distance back from the road, though the light was so faint and wavering that it had to be candlelight. Jesus, he thought, did everyone in the outback do without electricity. The concept was as unreal to him as the landscape.

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Four

THREE MILE DROVE, Chapter four McPherson parked his car in the rear yard of the "Bird In Hand, but he hadn't got his mind on a drink just yet. It was a short walk from the pub to the vicarage, where he'd arranged an appointment with the parson, David Endleberry.

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Three, part two

THREE MILE DROVE, Chapter Three, Part Two Darren reached Ely a little after two o'clock, finding a car park close to the main street where the offices of Henley & Son were situated. As he left the confines of the car park, he was surprised to find himself thinking that the place exuded character and a warm charm; it seemed to stand defiant in the face of the isolated wilderness he'd just driven through. As if to emphasise as much he noticed the leaden skies had begun to lighten from the west and the heavy rain relent into a drizzle.

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