Chapter 15 The departure of the cart had not however, passed unnoticed; little Emmeline Trelawney had hardly been able to sleep, partly because of the excitement of being allowed to accompany her Papa and Mama [more…]
Twenty Five is a series of semi autobiographical short stories based on the life and times of a character I have chosen to call Colin Cross. Colin is partly a fiction, an amalgam if [more…]
Chapter 14 Later that night, after a hearty supper of locally caught mackerel, the four were upstairs in Irving and Fingers’s room, trying to make sense of the day’s events. Rusty spread out the documents [more…]
Chapter 13 After they had walked a couple of miles they sat down on a bank at the edge of the road for a rest. Victoriana laboriously unbuttoned her boots and rubbed her feet vigorously. [more…]
King Philip of England Yes, he was once King of England, although the English don’t much like to think of him in that way. The man who sent the famous Armada against England in 1588 [more…]
Chapter 12 Rusty did not hesitate. With the briefest of glances at the map, he shouted ‘That one!’ and pointed at the easternmost of the three holes. Irving picked up Victoriana and Fingers seized Rusty, [more…]
“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.” This is fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental. The events [more…]
FX: SPOOKY MUSIC (THEREMIN etc). THEN A ROLLING CLAP OF THUNDER AND AN EVIL GHOULISH LAUGH. CORBYN: Who’s that? DEVIL: (Oily, sinister, unctuous): Hello Jeremy, surely you must remember me? Even with the rapturous reception [more…]
Chapter 11 The temperature had been dropping rapidly for some time and the stowaways were shivering in their hideout. ‘Wadya reckon, Oiving? Guess we’re headin’ north much as east?’ suggested Fingers. ‘I t’ink I’ll try [more…]
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