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I have 119 stories published in 10 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 108618 times and 27 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Brian Cross

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Three Mile Drove, Chapter One

Darren Goldwater leapt into his Cherokee Jeep and headed for home, the last guitar chords of "Sultan's of Swing" still ringing in his head. It was as if he had a private stereo installed in the backwaters of his mind, blasting out music that he couldn't switch off, and it seemed to be getting louder by the gig. He wondered why his band never played their own music anymore, then cursed himself for raising a question to which he knew the answer. Nobody wanted to hear it anymore.

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 -

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.

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.

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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