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I have 118 stories published in
10 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 108162 times
and 27 of my stories have been cherry picked.
Brian Cross
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Three Mile Drove, Chapter One
She should have been able to see her daughter playing on the flat area of dry soil that seemed to unfold like a drab, black carpet from the kitchen window, she might perhaps have heard her footsteps on the makeshift gravel path that bordered it -
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The Scarlet Web, Chapter two
Shelley focused her eyes coolly on an artist's impression of the woman's assailant where they remained for some considerable time. A young constable regarded her curiously, 'Can I help you madam?' She turned to him, 'No, thanks all the same.' Then as she smiled, the officer swore he could feel its chill.
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The Scarlet Web, Chapter One
"SEXUAL ASSAULT CHARGE FAILS - ATTACKER GOES FREE A thirty year old Norwich man was today acquitted at Norwich Crown Court of sexually molesting a teenage girl from the city, who cannot be named. Irregularities in the pocket book of the arresting officer, {it is believed that some of the notes were overwritten} have led to the case being dismissed by the judge, Justice Barrington-Willson Q.C." Case dismissed because of an irrelevancy. Another bastard off the hook. It made her blood boil.
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The Scarlet Web, Prologue
Shadows shimmered around the subway walls like dying flames from a candle as she hurried into the faltering light. The other end of the underpass was scarecely visible and seemed a quarter mile away, though she knew it could be no more than a hundred metres. She'd known there was somebody behind her because she could hear the rat-tat-tat of footsteps on stone as she'd headed down the ramp...
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A Barrel Of Rum
The heat had been building up all morning and my tiny room in the inn's attic was stifling; I felt I was breathing in soup. I headed downstairs needing air but outside it was almost as still and stale, just a flutter of a breeze...
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