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Chapter 03: The Naked One
Chapter 03 of the City of Gargoyles - Second Book in the Light-Father Trilogy The Naked One Abbot Michael was feeling a little faint from heat exhaustion as he stood at one of the east-facing windows of a farmhouse kitchen, meticulously wiping the dirt from the panes ...
Chapter 02: Scatterlings
Chapter 02 of The City of Gargoyles - the second book of the Light-Father trilogy Scatterlings Uppermost was a town built for the elite upon the roof of Milverburg. It boasted mansions, fountains, theatres, ornamental gardens, parades, galleries, banks, shops and government offices. Every building was adorned ...
Chapter 01: Tower of Grieving
First Chapter of the the second book of the Light-Father Trilogy : CITY OF GARGOYLES - {thanks to allets for all her valuable and constructive criticism} ...
Starforged Opening
‘This may be the last time you see such a marvellous sunrise for a while, immersed in your studies as you will surely be. Besides, the east face of the fortress has few windows and unless you scale the bastion on that side the vantage would not suffice.’ The enchantress ...
Une up le Spout
Had he not missed his stop, Liam O’Cafferty might never have become a household name ...
Ten point nine on the Shiksa Scale
A story about a lady who has a problem. (This another re-post and has also appeared in an anthology and is published in my book Voices but I thought I would give people a giggle.) ...
Wrong number…
My great-uncle Arthur grew up on Box Hill in Surrey, and was therefore blessed with a head for heights. And so, when World War One broke out, he naturally signed up for the Air Balloon Battalion of the Royal Engineers. What follows is a true story ...
Nine minutes
Intro: Bryan’s life is normal and happy. He’s married, has one child and another on the way. OK so he has the mother-in-law from hell but he can live with that. Then, in the middle of an argument with his wife, he walks out. ...
A Little Cracker
“She’s a little cracker, that one.” Arthur nodded towards the bar and threw a lascivious wink at his life-long friend, young Bill. The soubriquet had grown less appropriate with passing years. His father “old Bill” had gone to his reward 20 years earlier, aged 89. Bill wiped his greasy glasses ...
Fair Exchange
We were walking across the park, my Aunt Agatha and I, on our way to a fireworks party. It was the 5th of November and well past the clock change but it was still darker than I expected. The path was uneven as tree roots had broken it up, but ...
The Presence of Jalendu
This story was published in Cadenza, a now defunct high-quality literary magazine. I see it a one of my (few) best. ...