Below Deck

The hull creaked under the onslaught of the elements but still the Friget ploughed on thrown the melee. The captain looked ruefully into the oncoming storm, it was foolish to be traveling at all in this weather, but orders were orders. Admiralty could be ridiculously reckless sometimes, even more so now Provine had joined the … Continue reading Below Deck


Sleepy Time in Shropshire

Well thanks to mis-reading the cinema times (twice!) I didn't go to see Wonder Woman on Thursday and I was feeling tired yesterday so didn't got to see the Chicago Swing Katz on Sunday night. It's going to be an expensive month this week as I have both my Car Insurance and my Service due, … Continue reading Sleepy Time in Shropshire

Saturday Fiction: And the Spring Passes Silently By

Revisiting an intro scene I wrote. Feed back much appreciated


Very much just jotting down a scene from an idea for a story featuring my character Arthur Fransure. The idea originated from two separate stories which I both felt lacked…. something. So after leaving them both in the bottom of my metaphorical sock draw I dug them out and decided to combine elements of both of them. As usual comments and feed back are much appreciated.

The story set up: Louisa Hornby is a 21 year old student studying Ecological Biology at University of Northampton and is on course for writing her dissertation which she is looking into the effects of pesticides. Louisa while from a wealthy family has chosen not to use family money to put her through Uni and has chosen to aide her finances by modelling for various pin up and glamour agencies. Three days after her 22 birthday Louisa is found murdered in her dressing room at a studio and her estranged…

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"Your always in such a hurry these days," sighed Sarah. "You weren't like this even when you were on the wards." "Things change," replied Liz wistfully stirring her tea. "It can't be healthy for you being constantly on the go. You barely have any down time, it'll come back  and bite you in the arse." "Well perhaps … Continue reading Dash