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Chapter 35: The Great Cathedral

Chapter 35 of the Light-Father: Harold's Army launch their suicidal attack and Harold finally confronts Schimrian and Pious in the Great Cathedral itself... “Fern, what the hell is Ivy doing?” Harold whispered urgently as the four Ferals slowly ascended the ivy that smothered the ancient stonework of the tower. There ...
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The Sword of Damocles

Part of a much larger piece of work - The Great War has been over for two months ...
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/ / Fiction / 3 Comments on The Sword of Damocles / 799 words / /

Chapter 34: Convergence

Chapter 34 of The Light-Father - The Phoenix halts near the Great Abbey as Fern and the Mothers fend off Pious and the Angels with their illusion magic. Harold reluctantly plans their attack on the Stronghold of an Order that has wiped out humanity... “Ow-uh! The sun is burning my ...
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The Journey Continues (the cancer diary)

For those that are interested, here it is. Life after Chemo, the next stage ...
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Chapter 32: Ambush

Chapter 32 of The Light-Father: the Phoenix leaves the railyard to take to rails neglected during six years of ceaseless rain. Luck is with them as fogs form but as they reach Beorminghas, the City of Towers, their luck runs out...  “Damn, I forgot to test the release,” Harold muttered ...
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/ / fantasy, Fiction, science fiction / 1 Comment on Chapter 32: Ambush / 4428 words / /

George and the Armadillo – Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of my work-in-progress novel ...
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Chapter 31: Pious Returns

Chapter 31 of the Light Father: Abbot Pious, the cruellest of Schimrian's many Inquisitors returns to Britannia to hunt down Harold and the Scatterlings Blazing sunshine raked the tarmac and the concrete runways at Bede Airport as the storm-line moved away slowly northwards. Wisps of steam rose up from the ...
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George and the Armadillo, Chapter 1

This is Chapter 1 of my work-in-progress novel, George and the Armadillo ...
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/ / Fiction / 2 Comments on George and the Armadillo, Chapter 1 / 3280 words / /

Walter’s picture. Part two.

It was a few days later and Doctor Scott had called round after evening surgery to see Ruth. He was made comfortable and had a cup of Camp coffee in his hand soon after sitting down. Ruth always had Camp coffee available; although not liking it herself, she knew it ...
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Promises

“Excuse me sir. I saw you park your rig.”He looked me straight in the eye. It wasn’t a friendly look. He paused in his chewing and lowered the mug of coffee in his huge right hand onto the battered table-top before he replied. “Can’t give rides. Company rules.”“Please don’t say ...
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/ / Fiction / 6 Comments on Promises / 3667 words / /

Walter’s Picture…

Ruth Pointer was in the doctor’s waiting room awaiting her turn to be called. Normally she would have been irritated by the noisy children and sniffling adults, but it was clear from her appearance that her thoughts were elsewhere. The sign lit up for the next patient at the same ...
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/ / Fiction / 9 Comments on Walter’s Picture… / 669 words / /

The Street

I kept asking myself why. Why was I going back? Would you? Will you? Why? The M1 and then the M6, mile after mile, and this question kept nagging me, like a lingering hangover, or teeth set on edge by a cold. Going back – was it something everyone wanted ...
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/ / Fiction / 4 Comments on The Street / 821 words / /

Intermezzo

The piano was unusual. It had lain undisturbed behind boxed cargo. The soiled tarpaulin told of a decade’s neglect. It would have remained undiscovered but for the highlanders’ committed quest for alcohol. Rab Niven lavished attention on it and, from unpromising beginnings, he brought it to life. ‘Gie us The ...
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/ / Fiction / 1 Comment on Intermezzo / 1874 words / /

Watchman (with speech)

Since Atlanta, she had looked out the dining-car window with a delight almost physical. Over her breakfast coffee, she watched the last of Georgia’s hills recede and the red earth appear, and with it tin-roofed houses set in the middle of swept yards, and in the yards the inevitable verbena grew, ...
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/ / audio, Fiction / 1 Comment on Watchman (with speech) / 357 words / /