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CCC067: Midsummer Hall

Chrissie stopped, her jaw dropped. But…but that wasn’t there yesterday. What was it? A bandstand? A summerhouse? Something more solid that’s not yet finished? And who had built it? The aliens? The aliens might design something so…unfamiliar. So too might … Continue reading

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CCC063: The Magician

Billy hefted the bicycle, crossbar resting on his shoulder. Five miles, his walk from school, but he counted that as a blessing. His only blessing of this day. Five miles, plentiful time to construct a story. Billy’s mother watched as … Continue reading

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CCC061: Continuing The Tale of Jack and Jill

Jack laid his head in Ma Yarrow’s lap He’d gone to her cos she had the knack Of healing wounds with an herb poultice-pack How did this happen? asked Ma Yarrow He claimed he’d slipped on a loose stone And … Continue reading

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Will’s Lines Lost To The Noisy Ramble

Mother Kemp, ‘tis good to see you on your feet again As I’ve been these past two days Then you’ll ‘ave seen your Will at the Globe yestereen? Got a good part, ‘as he? Good enough. Comes on stage, prances … Continue reading

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CCC051: Remembering Walter

You remember Wally? Walter, William’s son? Face like a walrus? Yea, but lacking the tusks. Yea, right, but you ever get a good look at his teeth. Rotten worse than a late autumn apple. That’s the one. What about him? … Continue reading

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CCC047: Howard’s Flat Tyre

I was scarcely out of the gate when Howard skidded his bike up beside me. Heart aflutter. A thousand insects river-dancing in my cavities. “You going mistletoeing?” I held up the twine I’d use to pull the clusters closer so … Continue reading

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CCC036: The Grand Declaration

Being the eldest, the biggest, the tallest, having the greatest girth, it was only natural that he should be appointed as leader. But that wasn’t a position he wanted. Rather he’d be like the slender youngsters who gathered around him, … Continue reading

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For The Love of Fair Lady

Roger’s idea was fantastico, magnifico. Hidden away while his neighbours tucked their gifts behind bushes, into hedges and under the shed, he later crept out to scoop a basket of delights. A gift for Jessica when next morning she called. … Continue reading

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A Hunter Did A Hunting Go…

“Jackie, boy?” Jackie turned back. “Master?” “Fare thee well?” asked the master. “Very well.” “Where goes thee?” asked the master. “Derry Downs,” the apprentice replied. “The king’s forest?” asked the master. “Aye,” replied his apprentice. “Not to hunt?” the master … Continue reading

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CCC304: Master of the Riverside

Lord Cormy, the cormorant, perching proud upon his pole Surveyed the length of the riverside His. His domain. His to rule. But Lord Cormy was a blithering fool For not a hundred yards further along Hunkered down Humble in attitude … Continue reading

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