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Back to School

“Well, children, here we are again.” Gerald Braidwidth, headteacher of Zanzibar, said to his students as they sat crossed legged on the wooden floor of the sports hall, ready as they’ll ever be to resume the school year, which wasn’t very. Eleanor surveyed her fellow students in the hall. She knew something was very wrongContinue reading “Back to School”

Eleanor Peterson and the Ancient Diary

In the morning, I went out to Charing Cross, to see Major–General Harrison hanged, drawn, and quartered; which was done there, he looking as cheerful as any man could in that condition. Newly-turned-eleven-year-old Eleanor Peterson closely examined the 362 year old diary, completely forgetting the world around her. Ever since she’d received the Diary ofContinue reading “Eleanor Peterson and the Ancient Diary”

A Tale of Four Villages-With-Gruesome-Sounding-Names-But-Are-Actually-Quite-Nice-Really

“Here you are, sir. The bread you ordered, all ready to go.” The miller said to John, the owner of the Hangman’s Noose. “Thank you,” John said as he picked up the bread and went back to his car. John always felt daunted whenever he set foot in Lower Slaughter, which was far more exclusiveContinue reading “A Tale of Four Villages-With-Gruesome-Sounding-Names-But-Are-Actually-Quite-Nice-Really”

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”

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