See also The Monolith in the Graveyard All was peaceful in the Scottish Highlands. The birds sang, the Highland Cattle mooed, the Stags walked around merrily, and the Proclaimers blared out from speakers at the top of Glasgow Castle. “It‘s good to be home,” native Scot Jo Whitley said as she walked up to theContinue reading “The Monolith in the Highlands”
Author Archives: Jamie Robinson
A Vagrant Enters the Lower Strangling Literary Festival
“Well, everything seems to be in order.” The Rev. Simon Abernathy said as he observed the various tables dotted around the village hall; awaiting their respective authors. “Yes, I think we’re ready to welcome people.” Dave said. Lower Strangling had never held a Literary Festival before, in fact it was never considered. But the economicContinue reading “A Vagrant Enters the Lower Strangling Literary Festival”
Wroth of the Titans
“Let me get this straight, these people here represent the twenty six villages in the Hundred of Knightlow who owe tax to the Duke of Glasgow?” Noah Campbell, CEO of Banana asked his employee Dave Peterson, who thought Noah would want nothing more for his birthday than to stand in a field in November atContinue reading “Wroth of the Titans”
The Mystery of the Stain
“I see that stain is still there.” Dave Peterson said to his father-in-law, Terome Lancaster, referring to the ominous dark stain on the wooden floor of the Lancaster’s library. “It is, yes.” Terome said. “I’ve given up trying to remove it. It’s probably going to stay there forever.” The stain had been there when theContinue reading “The Mystery of the Stain”
The Duke’s Spectral Predicament
It was a pleasant Autumnal morning, and Sir Hugo Townsend, the 9th Duke of Knightlow, was miserable. Sir Hugo was miserable most of the time, to the point that it was something of a personality trait, but he was particularly miserable today. Miserable because he’d recently turned 82 and therefore was getting old, miserable becauseContinue reading “The Duke’s Spectral Predicament”
Happy Birthday, Patrick O’Brien
It was a pleasant October day, and meat business tycoon Patrick O’Brien was comfortably slumped over his business’ financial records in the library of his Warwickshire mansion. Just then, his servant Cordell entered the room, disturbing his piece. In his hand was an envelope. Patrick knew immediately what it was. It was the worst thingContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Patrick O’Brien”
To Consult a Medium
There was a noticeable chill in the air and the ocean didn’t seem that inviting; but that didn’t stop people from visiting the popular sea-side resort of Preschester-On-Sea, home to the longest pier in the world. Among the people visiting the iconic pier, were Dave and Sarah Peterson and Terome and Esmeralda Lancaster, Sarah’s parents;Continue reading “To Consult a Medium”
An Australian in Greenwich
When they were growing up in the sandy deserts of Tooraweenah, Bruce Richardson and his friends never thought they’d one day meet each other in leafy Greenwich, looking out over the iconic view of the Queen’s House, the Old Royal Naval College behind it, and the modern skyscrapers of Canary Wharf towering over the wholeContinue reading “An Australian in Greenwich”
The Beer Delivery
“I see you’ve decided to be healthy today.” John said as Robert cycled up to the Hangman’s Noose with a trailer filled with crates of Throckmorton Ale behind him. “Indeed,” Robert said, getting off his bike and moving to the trailer on the back. “I want to only use the car when I really needContinue reading “The Beer Delivery”
The Pastoral Visit
It was a reasonably pleasant late September afternoon; and the Reverend Simon Abernathy was bored. He’d written his next sermon, he’d planned the whole service even. He’d done everything he needed to do and then some. So now he had nothing to do. He was driving through the wooded lane leading out of Lower StranglingContinue reading “The Pastoral Visit”
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