Friday, 19 September 2014

A Genuine Fake - Chapter One

A Genuine Fake | Fiction: Thriller / Suspense
by Fred Maddox

Tracy was oblivious to the dozen or so people gathered around the frozen earth of the graveside. Or of Father James’ words as he conducted the burial service, his voice nothing more than a faraway drone. She stared vacantly at the solitary old oak tree, just beyond the moss covered dry stone wall which marked the ancient churchyard’s boundary. Its thick, gnarled trunk, scarred from the scores of lovers carving their undying love for each other into its weather beaten bark, giving testament to its decades of claiming that lone position as its own. Its bare misshapen branches creaked and groaned as the chilling north east wind whistled through them. What tales this mighty oak could tell, of the many christenings and weddings and funerals it had witnessed, and indeed, it would be more than likely this magnificent tree had witnessed all three services for the same person.

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

The Other Daddy: A World Away - Chapter Two

The Other Daddy – A World Away | Fiction: Suspense / Supernatural thriller
by Claire Louise Voet

…`You two again,’ he groaned.
`May we come in?’ McEwen asked, placing his right foot inside the door.
`Do I have a choice?’ Angus retorted, looking down at McEwen’s foot.
He turned and walked off in the direction of the kitchen, leaving McEwen and Kavanagh to follow.
The kitchen, although spacious, appeared small owing to the clutter and mess that had accumulated over the past week or so. The sink was full of dirty plates and dishes, and the work-tops littered with rubbish: empty soup-tins, cartons of take-away food and beer-cans strewn all over the place. Kavanagh and McEwen exchanged a glance of disgust as they stood in the doorway.

Friday, 12 September 2014

Sharks that Walk on Land - Chapter One

Sharks that Walk on Land | Fiction: Historical
by Ron Palmer

Monday, 8th February 1779
The summer had been unusually hot. The old people were claiming that they had known nothing like it in living memory. For weeks now, the temperatures had been extremely high during the day with precious little relief at night. There hadn’t been a cloud in the sky for more than two weeks and the air was so clear and still as to allow the sounds of the farm workers harvesting the corn to be carried for great distances across the fields. Hot it might be but as country folk often do, they could see the advantages as well as the downside in these matters. In this particular case, the harvest could be brought in and stacked. The weather was ideal for that at least. After the harvest, the rain and the cooler weather would be welcome.

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

The Spider’s Banquet - Chapter Two

The Spider’s Banquet | Crime Detective Mystery
by Julius Falconer

…‘Well, gentlemen,’ he said, ‘it does not require the brains of St Thomas Aquinas to guess what you have called about.  I shall be happy to help, but I don’t know that there is anything I can add to what you probably already know from the missing woman’s sister.’  He spoke in a quiet, measured tone of voice, the voice of a man of study and meditation.
‘No, maybe not,’ I replied, ‘but I need to start somewhere, and you are the obvious starting-point, as superior of this monastery.  We could hardly begin elsewhere without grave offence to protocol.’
He acknowledged my little joke with a nod of the head.
‘What would you like to know?’
‘Tell us, if you would, exactly what happened on Saturday, in so far as you have been able to piece it together.  It doesn’t matter at all if you repeat what we know already.’

Friday, 5 September 2014

To Boldly Go - Day 1

To Boldly Go | Biography
by Ron Palmer
Freedom alone substitutes from time to time for the love of material comfort.
At 0900 I slipped the moorings at Thieves Bay, Pender Island and headed directly into a south-westerly wind of 21 knots. The wind blowing hard against the ebb tide created a short standing sea and the forward movement of the boat soon brought spray over the bow. The fact that the sky was overcast and a continuous drizzle had set in didn’t make for an auspicious start to this grand adventure. By noon though the wind had died a little and the sun came out, so my spirits lifted a little. Not the spirits consumed the previous evening, fortunately. The effect of those was still lurking in the darkest corners of my brain.