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Pagan Times

  • April 18, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
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With only her, her mother and the children at home, Vesper was a dangerous time. So Donella had shut the entrance. Yet the Viking attack on the Broch was furious. Their fire had damaged the stout timber entrance, now their…

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The Pastel Claw

  • April 11, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 32 Comments

Anyone who knew about the murder, might have wondered why no one had been prosecuted. Victor Stinson acted under the nom de plume of Jameson. He was shot whilst up taking the prime role in the film The Pastel Claw,…

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Twisting and Slithering

  • April 5, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 23 Comments

Storm found herself acting rather like a clock spring. As she unwound and stretched to slip between two boulders. When she had gained the hollow behind them, she twisted to find another gap. Repleting the process time after time as…

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Lowther Park Lytham

  • March 29, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 41 Comments

It’s July 1904 and a bright day: so I sit under a tree. I find myself wondering about the future. They say that two brothers in America have invented a successful flying machine. Whilst in Germany a chap called Karl…

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Thinking on Diamond

  • March 21, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 29 Comments

As she climbed higher Storm thought back to her last visit to Diamond. She entered that time via the portal at La Gomera. Her mission to harvest the manager of the thermal power plant. The manager had started questioning why…

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The Unknown

  • March 14, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 28 Comments

You know that feeling when you are out late at night, and you know that something is getting too close to you. Well I was feeling like that. There was a crunch reminiscent of thin ice being broken and faint…

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Storm to the Rescue

  • March 7, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 40 Comments

Storm could feel the psychic pull: but Issy had been sent to Diamond. In Issy’s case the force had allowed no leeway. Yet Storm understood that those who paid the Force had a choice as to which destination they when…

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Walking the Walk

  • February 28, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 32 Comments

You can walk down many streets in any town and see redundant sports facilities. For there is only one game played now. A game of life and death for four players. If you come first you gain another full year…

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Freyja Will Deliver the Torch.

  • February 21, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 42 Comments

It was an honor to carry the torch to the games. Freyja was proud to be selected. The first seed heads had been found in Mongolia by an itinerant herder called Yul. They had appeared after a meteorite storm, Yul…

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A Lancashire Tale

  • February 14, 2018
  • Michael Humphris
  • Friday Fictioneers
  • 65 Comments

A wedding party had drifted over the Nick O Pendle. Since then the only sound heard on the hill had come from a pair of dotterels. But the hill was listening, it listened for those who had once climbed its…

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