Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Nine
Ch 39 – The Truck. It was dark, here in the back. Inside the secret compartment of Gill’s 7.5 tonne Mercedes truck. The space was only the depth of an average sized individual. The width [more…]
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Arts
Writing and Publishing a Novel
In life you meet many people who say they have a novel that they want to write, but how many ever even start, let alone finish? A tiny percentage I would guess. I know someone [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Book 2 Part 6
RAF Northolt and Molenbeek-Saint-Jean, Brussels – 1st and 2nd February 2018 Cécile was bored and full of pent up tension, so she decided to do a few circuits of the running track before dinner. As [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Eight
Joe Malone was arranging his exit from the UK via a People Smuggler he’d met in the cafe. I was just about to seal the deal, when a deep voice from just behind me exclaimed [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Book 2 Part 5
Permanent Joint Headquarters, Northwood, North London – Thursday 1st February 2018 Cécile was driven from RAF High Wycombe with COS Ops, his outer office bag carrier and an MT Driver. They left the A40 before [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Seven
The door opened and the Scottish singer emerged. I stared at him in some surprise. He was shorter than my imagination had prepared me for. Also, I hadn’t expected the turban. As he stepped out, [more…]
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Némésis – Book 2 Part 4
RAF Brize Norton Wednesday 17th January 2018 The RAF Regiment Sergeant was waiting for Wing Commander Hammond in the station’s Ground Defence Training Section at 08:30. He was expecting a dried-up and wizened old battle-axe [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Six
The screen was replaying the police chief, McCarey’s, earlier conference. But now my face was clearly visible in an inset on the screen. With Joe Malone underneath as a caption. I had been named. I [more…]
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Ex-Liberals: Rosie and Gideon’s Caravan
Before embarking on this new story, I want to thank all Puffins for awarding me a prize in the June Competition. It is too much honour to bestow on an old bat like me holed [more…]