The Oxford Set It was a sunny, late August day in the quaint Wiltshire village of Brambleton, and St Joseph the Immaculate, the local church, was packed. Dylan and Scarlett Jones were in the congregation. They visited the village occasionally from their home in nearby Bath to see Dylan’s uncle, Henry. Dylan’s uncle was aContinue reading “The Centurion on the Bridge”
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Shadows of Sand
Baseless Society- with help from ChatGPT. (The idea, I wrote it myself) The sky turned orange as Chris Johnson, his wife Sophie, and his dad Geoffrey watched it at Bitterfront Sound beach, listening to the waves. “It’s nice to be on a sandy beach, isn’t it, Soph?” Chris said. “I honestly have no idea whyContinue reading “Shadows of Sand”
The Figure in the Yew Garden
The Oxford Set Michael and Victoria Jones originally wanted to celebrate the joint 26th birthday party of their children, Ben, Dylan, and Evelyn Jones, with a BBQ in the garden. However, the gloomy weather outside put a stop to that, so they had a meal inside instead. “When are you off to Petra again, dear?”Continue reading “The Figure in the Yew Garden”
A Question of Masculinity
Baseless Society Gordon Ainsworth, a man who considered himself a paragon of masculinity, was a little reluctant to see the Barbie movie. He felt a respectable retired brigadier such as himself should not be seen watching a film with fluorescent pink houses and somewhat effeminate men in it. Oppenheimer, a film about the man whoContinue reading “A Question of Masculinity”
Janet’s Blast From the Past
“When are you going to relax and enjoy the pretty flowers?” Jo Whitely said to her girlfriend, Janet, as they walked around RHS Harlow Carr near Harrogate. “When I know for certain that I will not bump into my dad here.” Janet said. “Was your dad particularly keen on visiting gardens?” Jo said. “Not thatContinue reading “Janet’s Blast From the Past”
Father’s Day At the Tower
“It’s odd to think that the country’s most dangerous people are below our feet right now,” John said as he observed the wildflowers that were currently surrounding the iconic tower of London. “Yeah. You just wouldn’t have known if you didn’t know already,” Adele, John’s daughter, said. John had not visited the Tower, or LondonContinue reading “Father’s Day At the Tower”
Deluge at the Platinum Jubilee Celebrations
It was the first Sunday in a month of five Sundays, and the residents of Lower Strangling plus some people from nearby sat along a long table covered in a Union Jack tablecloth, eating a meal to celebrate the Platinum Jubilee whilst also raising money for the people suffering the most from the cost-of-living crisis.Continue reading “Deluge at the Platinum Jubilee Celebrations”
The Vicar’s Retreat
It was a sunny early May morning, and the Rev. Simon Abernathy was the happiest he’d been for a while. Spring was well underway, and the world hadn’t ended as previously predicted by the Pope. He sat on a bench and quietly observed the medicinal plants in the Physic garden of St Jericho’s, the MonasteryContinue reading “The Vicar’s Retreat”
The Housewarming Party
“Quite a marvellous view from up here,” Simon said as he looked through the window over the sweeping Warwickshire countryside. “Indeed,” Horatio Smyth, the recently appointed Bishop of Knightlow, said, “it’s probably the best Episcopal residence I’ve been in.” For over 200 years, Upper Strangling Tower had been home to the Bishop of Knightlow. ItContinue reading “The Housewarming Party”
A Playwright Walks Into A Pub
Maude Lexington sat silently at a table in the Hangman’s Noose, observing the people around her whilst discreetly writing in her notebook. Maude was very good at being invisible. She sat silently in the background whilst everyone else crumbled around her, only to ruin their reputation by writing a play that portrayed them in aContinue reading “A Playwright Walks Into A Pub”
The Robinsonverse 