When the Future Comes

Spending too much time looking back runs the risk of tripping and falling into the future. Shella was not ready for the world to come to her out of the yet to come. She was too busy looking back over her shoulder, fearing the Northmen would come for her, riding out of her nightmares ofContinue reading “When the Future Comes”

Plebiscite Backhander – A Career in Politics

Plebiscite Backhander was the most notoriously corrupt MP in the history of the British Houses of Parliament, which – considering the opposition – was a magnificent achievement. These days we, of course, realise that corruption for personal financial gain is a far more moral stance in a politician than to believe in any political ideology.Continue reading “Plebiscite Backhander – A Career in Politics”

An Ordinary World

Sometimes it gets hard to remember how it used to be. The past takes on some semblance of dream half remembered, fading as the dawn’s light illuminates the present and turns the past into a morning mist that fades and is gone. The mornings take on a routine again, not the same routine as itContinue reading “An Ordinary World”

Blowin’ Free

Well now, as it happens today sees the first day of Little Frigging’s Annual Village Free Fondle Week. All the denizens of Little Frigging have decked themselves out in their traditional free-fondling outfits and fondling mittens, and we have all been furiously polishing our sex spatulas in readiness. Of course, these days these traditional ruralContinue reading “Blowin’ Free”

The Prize Winner

Well… there you have it. At least providing you managed to get your application form entered in time. And if you were one of the lucky ones, selected at random to go through to the second stage. And if you completed the assault course in under 15 minutes while carrying the elderly relative in aContinue reading “The Prize Winner”

The Sentinels

We remembered these skies. It took a long time to get back to them, but we remembered the blueness of their open vistas that spread out to the horizon and the clouds floating free on the winds and breezes. So different to where we’d been. Chorla took me by the hand and led me upContinue reading “The Sentinels”

The Writing Life

It was one of those times. Times when there was nothing to say. But he was a writer, he was not going to let that stop him. There was a page here, waiting to be filled with words. So, he would fill it full of words. It was what he did. Except that… Maybe notContinue reading “The Writing Life”

At the World’s End

I stood on the edge of the world, looking down. There had been stories, of course, myths and legends over the centuries about what lay at the edge of the world. Now I knew none of them were true. Nothing is not much of an answer to all those thousands of years of speculation. TheContinue reading “At the World’s End”

Community Leader

As you may, or may not, know (probably the latter, as I’ve never knowingly mentioned it before) Colonel Fitz-Tightly is the closest Little-Frigging-in-the-Wold has to a so-called community leader. Like all such community leaders, it is a position he himself seems to have elected himself to, without reference to anyone else. Mostly, it seems, thisContinue reading “Community Leader”

When the Dreams Don’t Let Go

Sometimes the night holds on too tight. The dreams are reluctant to let us go, they hold us there in a world we know is not our own, but we’re unable to find the route back to this world we call real. There have been dreamers lost in the night, even as the long summerContinue reading “When the Dreams Don’t Let Go”

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