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This is the title story from my collection of the same name. The Journey By Sherrie Lowe The December sunshine slants straight in through my windscreen as I turn the key in the...

Contributed by: Robert James Bridge 1 To put into 800 words a lifetime’s experiences would, I am afraid, be almost impossible and at the age of seventy seven it becomes even...

Foreword: This story is about the world and some of the characters from the book John Sharpe: No. 1,348 but it in no away affects or is affected by reading said book...

The smell of roast pork tantalised his nostrils and made his mouth water. It was a long time since he had eaten his sandwiches and his circular route through the New...

I live in a box. It’s dark and lonely and cramped. Built by someone with no flair for design it has no redeeming features, in fact it has no features at...

The day that I died was ordinary.  Ordinary until I died, that is.  I suppose for everybody else, it was still pretty ordinary – people die all the time, but I’d...