Friday, 27 February 2015

Unexpected Death of Father Wilfred - Chapter 4

Unexpected Death of Father Wilfred | FICTION: Crime Detective Mystery
by Julius Falconer

...‘Who are your suspects, Inspector?  You can tell me!’
‘No, I can’t, Young Lady, and you know I can’t.  If it comes to that, you were there that evening: we have to consider the possibility that you could have done it.’
‘Me? Me, Inspector? What would I be doing going round murdering old priests?’
‘You might have thought he was an obstacle to the modernisation of the Church.’
‘But we all thought that! That’s no reason to murder the old man.’
‘You’re not very respectful, are you, Miss Bradford?’
‘I don’t mean any harm by it, but if the Church is to attract young people, make them feel at home, give them some sort of inspiration for living, doesn’t it have a duty to give us priests who can relate to us, speak on our wave-length, bring the Church into the twentieth century? Fr Tarbuck was old-fashioned and out of touch.  

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Erection in the Far East: Chapter 1 - BORNEO

Erection in the Far East | Travel
by David Rowley

“Who the heck was Babyface?” I pondered whilst chatting with the company driver on the way to Heathrow airport.  I told him that I was to meet Dave B in Brunei. “You know Babyface, everyone knows Babyface,” he told me whilst trying to describe him further, but I still couldn’t put a face to him.

I have flown to SE Asia some 30 or more times but that first flight remains the most vivid because of the two Scottish characters next to me. They were oil workers from Glasgow and could have made a brilliant comedy duo, only they failed to realise their own potential. Had I recorded their varied conversations on that flight then I fancy I could be a wealthy man by now. The topic that still stands out was a discussion

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

ALICE - Friday 4th May - Chapter Two

OTOLI | Fiction: Children/YA, Bullying
by Bryony Allen

All day long at school, Alice had been in turmoil.
Number one: she knew that she had to return to the confectionery shop to replace her father’s present – it had become a bit of a tradition between them. Every year at birthdays and Christmas, father and daughter would give each other chocolate that they would insist on sharing. Even now, Alice enjoyed that brief moment of togetherness when she and her Dad sat and ate. Mum kept away out of appreciation, and Sophie left them alone as soon as she had tutted about her big sister being such a baby.
Number two: she knew that to go to the confectioners at the end of school meant another unavoidable encounter with the Populars. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? She had never done anything to them; in fact, she always avoided them.  Alice had judged them on first glance as those to avoid. They were so obviously the popular girls: fashionable, confident, wearing heavy make-up that no-one dared to call tarty, pushing the boundaries of the uniform code by wearing skirts that were slightly too short yet never being reprimanded.

Friday, 13 February 2015

The Alkan Murder - Chapter 4

The Alkan Murder | Fiction: Crime Detective Mystery
by Julius Falconer

While these two elderly men were engaged in esoteric discussion in the study, another visitor slipped into the house round the back. This was Mrs Holdsworth’s nephew Alan, son of her brother William. Alan Wells was a disappointment to his aunt and a source of considerable antipathy to his uncle-by-marriage, Mr Stephen Holdsworth. He was an unprepossessing individual: scrawny, meagre, unappealing in appearance, unattractive in temperament, but no doubt a joy to his parents (except that his mother had long since abandoned his father for a more attractive life’s-companion). His greatest, and possibly his sole, talent was a technical turn of mind which attracted him to equipment and machines of all kinds, notably the mechanical and electronic contrivances which make living so much less arduous in the modern age than in previous ages. As usual, Alan was short of money, and he had come to call on his aunt in the hope of a subvention. His reasoning was that, because she had helped in the past, she might be persuaded to do so again, particularly as his present situation approached, in his estimation, the dire.

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

The Blake Curse - Prologue

The Blake Curse | Fiction: Crime Detective Mystery
by I. C. Camilleri

He silently watched his twelve year old daughter eat the meagre dinner, the expired ham she had rescued from the supermarket’s trash can and the stale bread she had smuggled from her independent posh school’s bin. Outside, the wind howled and shook their flimsy two roomed caravan as the first snowflakes began to coat the frosty ground. The girl shivered and huddled her thin worn sweater around her.
“You can have my pullover,” he said as he gave her the only piece of warm clothing he now possessed.
“I’m all right dad.” She smiled at him and started clearing the table.