Friday, 29 August 2014

A Figure in the Mist - PART 1

A Figure in the Mist | Crime Detective Mystery
by Julius Falconer

Her Honour Judge Hines Q.C. looked impassive as the trial entered its second day. The preliminaries had been dealt with, and the prosecution was about to open its case. Court 12 at the Court House in Leeds on that 27th day of July, 2010, contained as many members of the press and public, and almost as many legal staff, as it was physically possible to squeeze in, in the light of Health and Safety regulations, the requirements of good order and the rules that governed considerations of what was seemly in a court of law. The case of Regina v. Purbright had aroused much interest amongst the inhabitants of Monk Fryston village, where the murder of Amelia Walden at the Hall Hotel was the most exciting event since a lorry travelling too fast had left the road and demolished the public urinal in 1931.

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

'Dreams' - Poetry Video.

A poem by Natalie Mason, titled: 'Dreams', taken from her book: 'Poems and Rhymes for all Times'.


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Friday, 22 August 2014

A Time to Prey - Chapter 2

A Time to Prey | Crime Detective Mystery
by Julius Falconer

When news of the bishop’s death came through, Sergeant Hewitt and I drove out post haste to Hartlebury Castle to begin our investigation.  It was a cool autumn morning with the promise of some warmth later on as the mists cleared. The ten-mile journey on the A449 was pleasant if unexciting. Bevere Lane, Egg Lane, Lock Lane, Sinton Lane and other country roads tempted us to diverge from our chosen path of official business, but Hewitt drove determinedly on until we drew up at the front of the castle. We had hardly had time to get our bearings and admire the architecture, which I had not seen before, when a tall, lanky clergyman, doleful of countenance, stepped out to meet us.

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Forbidden - Prologue

Forbidden | Fiction / Historical
by Victoria Hinton

A click! It echoed loudly through the dark corridor of the great house. Her door was locked once again; for how long, no one knew. This time it was worse. Her husband’s rage had terrified every living soul in that house. Their small son sat under his bed, his hands over his ears, but it didn’t block out his father’s shouting or the sound of his fists hitting his mother. To this child, however, what he heard and sometimes saw was normal. His father had told him over and over his mother deserved it; surely what he had done was justified.
This time Mrs Geraldine Lockland had been with child. Six months into her pregnancy. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the child was now lost. When she had carried her first child, her son, Jonathan, Mr Albert Lockland had not laid a hand upon his wife. Those nine months were the longest Geraldine had ever gone without being beaten. Everyone prayed and hoped it would be the same this time, with her second pregnancy. She had been looking so well, the child was growing strong inside her and Albert had, up until that night, left his wife alone.

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Tempt Not the Stars - Chapter 4

Tempt Not the Stars | Crime Detective Mystery
by Julius Falconer

It is not my purpose, you may be glad to hear, to describe in detail the events of the house-party held at Abberton Hall on the weekend of 27-28 February 1965. Young people’s parties are, to my elderly and perhaps cynical way of thinking, both predictable and tedious: trivial conversation, alcohol and flirtation, all in immoderate amounts; erratic consumption of sustenance and snatches of sleep; loud music (if music is the right word for the cacophony and inconsequence that young people seem to enjoy); disorder and jumble on the ground. This sum of frivolity known as partying, with its stupefying convention and obligatory hang-over, is perhaps relatively harmless in the spectrum of all possible human activity, but it does not make for a thought-provoking read except in the hands of a practised novelist – ahem.

Friday, 8 August 2014

IN THE BEGINNING

No Cousin of Mine | Historical / Military
by Derek Smith

The young man sat with his back to the engine of a train heading north from a large midland city. As he had waited on the platform, he had been sure that he would not have been the only one from a city with a population of over a million to be making the same journey that day to the same destination, and confidently expected to see others of about his age waiting for the same train.  Like him, they would have been told that they were to bring only a holdall or a small case containing just a change of underwear and basic toiletries. He had seen no one of this description who appeared to be making the same journey, and so he was now travelling alone in an otherwise empty compartment.

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

The Assembly Room - Chapter One

The Assembly Room | Fiction: Children/YA, Historical, Paranormal
by Bryony Allen

Looking back, Merryn wished she had trusted her instincts when she first saw The Assembly Room. She should have yelled at her father to turn round and take them back to their miserable rented house, in the most miserable estate in town, back to her miserable school. She should have told him that she could cope with her damp, tiny bedroom and the booming of music rattling pictures off her wall. She should have said that she could put up with the rubbish teachers who had given up on the idea of discipline, the gangs of children that had more power than the teachers and the universal mockery of her ambition to be a teacher.

Friday, 1 August 2014

Call Me Valentine

Call Me Valentine | Biography / History
by Derek Rosser

I was nine and a half years old when, on my way home from school, I read the news in large letters on a billboard:
“GERMANS INVADE DANZIG”.
I hurried home to find my parents listening to the radio with worried expressions on their faces. I thought it was all very exciting but, of course, a nine year old could not appreciate what was to come.
We all listened to Mr Chamberlain’s broadcast on September 3rd 1939 telling us that we were now at war with Germany. The papers were full of it. A British Expeditionary Force had been despatched to France and would support the French army in the defence of the Maginot line. The Germans meanwhile were mopping up the Polish cavalry and took about six weeks to reach the North Sea coast and turn their attention onto the French. The construction of the Maginot line proved to be a waste of money and effort since the Germans went around it by way of Belgium and the Netherlands.