Story 17 – The Grey Figure

The church of St. Andrew in Ford, also known as St Andrew’s-by-the-ford, was a smaller and less ornate building than the churches at Clymping and Yapton. Reverend Damian Follow preferred to call it a simpler church. It rested up a gravel road, which was hidden from the main road so well that many locals didContinue reading “Story 17 – The Grey Figure”

Story 16 – No Train from Angmering

Ricky weaved his way across the platform, trying to remember just how much he’d had to drink. He squinted at the station sign, willing it to come in to focus. Where was he? Angmering? How had he got there? “Let’s back up.” He said to the deserted station, feeling a need to fill the silenceContinue reading “Story 16 – No Train from Angmering”

Story 15 – 200 Yards

“Me hands are shaking, Pikey.” Richard Pike gave Sam a thin smile “You’d be a fool if you weren’t a bit scared, Stones.” Sam tried to smile back, but his panicked eyes gave away the fact that his nerve was close to breaking. The constant explosions, the booming of the artillery, the knowledge that theyContinue reading “Story 15 – 200 Yards”

Story 14 – Rescue on Artivian-9

Gris was elbow deep in the guts of the engine when the call came in. This was unfortunate, because it meant that McSally was the one to answer it. If Gris had been the one to answer they’d never have gone to Artivian-9. But he hadn’t and they had. “This is a bad idea, Mac.”Continue reading “Story 14 – Rescue on Artivian-9”

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