TORC
Torc is an independent short story about the Roman occupation of Britain. You can read it in its entirety here, or download it for your e-reader in mobi, epub or pdf format at Smashwords. TORC Oisin...
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Vikings - Part 1
I open my eyes. My heart is thudding at twice its normal speed. Half of me expects to see the white room, the panel of buttons at my fingertips, to feel the padded leather chair beneath me, and I...
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Vikings - Part 2
Read Part 1 of Vikings here. The story continues... * Deorwine stands looking to the east at the longboat sailing slowly toward the island of Lindisfarne. Inside, I’m screaming, Run, run! But...
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The Crystal Palace Exhibition
The light was dazzling, fractured like a migraine. The brilliant white took on a distinct bluish tinge as the shapes slowly began to develop….Rigid horizontal bars reached to the heavens it seemed,...
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The Girl in the Red SKIRT
“Come on honey, we don’t want to miss a good spot on the route!” The voice was female, and was heavy with a southern drawl. Beatrix noticed at once that her perspective on her surroundings was lower...
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As the blinding light fades, the first thing I become aware of is the hardness of stone beneath my knees and hands. I blink, confused, and jump as the shell crackles in my head and Matthew’s voice...
View ArticleThe Bear & The Revolutionary
This is a short collection of stories about a series of generations within one particular family – The Barkov family. The first edition begins in 1853 & the series ends in the year of Stalin’s...
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Dulce Et Decorum Est
It was the smell that first struck Beatrix, yes and struck was the right word. It was almost a physical jolt, so rotten, deathly and sickly sweet. She slowly opened her eyes to a total blackness, the...
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Saturnalia
“BEATRIX!” The voice bellows in my ear. I jump and turn around to find the source, but realize it’s coming from inside my head. “No need to yell,” I scold, somewhat grumpily. My stomach is churning,...
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Arrowhead
The first thing I notice is the smell. Incense fills the room, along with the pungent aroma of herbs. It is hot and dark, and as my vision clears, I see that I stand in a bedchamber, along with many...
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