The Short Tale of Mr. Grey
He got up and had a shower. It was late morning and even now the sun was burning through the thin shutters. Once he was dressed he went down for breakfast.
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He got up and had a shower. It was late morning and even now the sun was burning through the thin shutters. Once he was dressed he went down for breakfast.
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“He is dead you say?”
“No. Alive. He is one of the Quick.”
“Alive? You mean dead don’t you?”
“Alive.”
The Mayor rolled this thought around his head for a moment. “So let me get this straight. He’s dead and…”
“No your not listening he’s alive.”
“Alive, it’s just preposterous. Doesn’t make sense. But because he is dead, it’s no problem…”
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I never knew the name of the shop. I used to study the flakes of grey letters hanging above the main window as a kid. I fancied it spelled out “Fudge” but it might as well have spelt out “Fridges”. Not that it actually helped identify what the shop sold.
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A little story about a group of lads who journey out to a unnamed pub for an ultimate night but find something very different.
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This is a short story taken from something I’m working on. Its about an Angel and his decision.
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A short story about a girl called Alice who finds herself in a strange school in the land of dreams.
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This is a short story about an Irish student who finds himself lost in Paris… via his dreams!
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This was a prelude I wrote to a very early version of an RPG. At the time it was called Renegade. It serves as a reader’s introduction to this weird world. An early draft of the RPG is avaliable from here.
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This is a short story about a “Knight Scientist of the Celtic Royal Order” who must undertake a quest from his King.
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