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The final chapter of Thredwyl’s adventure. But if you want to read it from the beginning, you can Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * He ought to be dust – a mega-million nano-sized … Continue reading →

The penultimate chapter of Thredwyl’s adventure. Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * Large in his professorial garb, Professor Angelus Margev blocked the alley, a beatific look of relief on his sweet old face. … Continue reading →

Continuing the story of Thredwyl’s adventure. Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * Thredwyl needed to head for the road Daisy had drawn in red. She’d said that at some place along there, and … Continue reading →

Continuing the story of Thredwyl’s adventure. Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * Out of the door Thredwyl dived and dodged to the back of Night-Shift Louisa’s squeaky white shod feet. No time to … Continue reading →

Continuing the story of Thredwyl’s adventure. Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * Thredwyl looked up at the clock. Not yet an hour since Night-Shift Louisa came on duty and already she’d excused herself … Continue reading →

Continuing the story of Thredwyl’s adventure. Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * Two days later, Daisy again visited Thredwyl in his cell. She timed it for the afternoon, to avoid collision with Dr … Continue reading →

Continuing the story of Thredwyl’s adventure. Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * Daisy turned, and turned again, looking round Thredwyl’s high security room. “They never should keep you in here, it’s appalling. If … Continue reading →

Continuing the story of Thredwyl’s adventure. Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * While Thredwyl liked his day-time carer, Blessed Bessy, by the cringe, he couldn’t abide her oppo, Louisa. Louisa cared only for … Continue reading →

Continuing the story of Thredwyl’s adventure. Read it all FOR FREE on Thredwyl’s very own site * * * Bored, Thredwyl paced. Three days, three chuffing days now, held in this high-security unit. Days broken only by Dr Ireson’s visits … Continue reading →