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Index
The DA Story by member 'mrbonx'
Dragon's Lair by member 'wildlegends'
The Fall by member 'matt666' (Matthew)
What About Christmas by member 'Danettemscott'
The Smothering Women by member 'iank'
Under A Greenwood Tree by member 'Brlloyd'
Empire of the Black Angel by member 'asmodeus_hre'


 
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The Reverend Dr. Iziah. P. Dollar was in one hell of a fury, he cursed Satan in the name of the lord, he thrashed violently as he pronounced that the lords vengeance would wipe the face of the earth of all Satan’s Children of Darkness for all time. That; there would be hell-fire and damnation for all in league with Lucifer, that he would personally cast them into the pit.

            “Lord in heaven, look not upon the bodies of these your children, the Beast walks among us lord, this is the work of none other than the Antichrist. Lord, send us the power and the strength to smash our foe and our mortal enemy, lord send us your blessing and divine love, and forgive me; but we got some killing to do. I know you understand and will deliver us from evil, amen.”

            He looked to his flock of mindless sheep, they agreed with every word saying

            “Amen” and “Hallelujah!”

            One cried out.

            “May the love of the sweet lord Jesus, strike fear and terror into the heart of the Devil and destroy the Beast.”

By member 'asmodeus_hre' (Bob)

206111008 Empire of the Black Angel

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Prologue 

1900

The child has been sleepwalking – again. Housekeeper and lady of the house hold conference and decide upon aniseed in her milk and herbs under the pillow. An ancient repository of herbal remedies is brought out and consulted. 

A small figure in white comes downstairs in a natural enough manner, and moves towards the main door in the entrance hall. The only unnatural aspect about her is the fixedness of her stare, that unseeing stare of the blind and the somnambulist. She is forestalled as she reaches up to turn the handle; her aunt has caught up with her, takes her hand and guides her back upstairs, taking care not to waken her.

 The house settles down again, and night passes into dawn – a distant cockerel sounds the morning fanfare, the vixen calls her cubs and the badger returns to his den.

The child awakens with no recollection of anything  but a deep night’s sleep, punctuated by vivid dreams that mirror her waking days in the great and magical land to be found outdoors. Another day in such a land stretches out before her and she can think of nothing else other than racing through the trees after mythical beasts and rainbow-coloured birds.

By member 'Brlloyd' (B.)

203111008 Under A Greenwood Tree

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There were women everywhere.
He hated them, he always had, and for one very good reason: he knew they hated him.
He had been young, just a child around five or six years of age, when he'd first realised the truth, first realised that every female in the world hated him and wanted to hurt, destroy him. He didn't know why, didn't know why his life, his EXISTENCE enraged them so, but he knew it to be true nonetheless. 
The worst of it all, though, was how they tried to destroy him, how they expressed their hatred, revulsion. 
It was by telling him they loved him.

By member 'iank' (Ian)

164071207 The Smothering Women

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“What About Christmas?” is a short story about Christmas with a paranormal twist. The setting is real but the characters are purely fictional. I hope it is entertaining.

By member 'Danettemscott' (Danette)

158271107 What About Christmas

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This is a short story about revenge. It is about the local bully of a small English village.

By member 'matt666' (Matthew)

151311007 The Fall

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A short story (approx. 5000 words) concerning Orphan, who is taken on at Great House as a servant. She bears a fading birthmark that brought her to the attention of Great Lady. Is Orphan the hope she nurtures for her son? Only time would tell...

By member 'wildlegends' (Nigel)

5120407 Dragon's Lair

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East Grinstead’s strategic position, halfway between London and the south coast, led to the establishment of many coaching inns.

The name Dorset Arms goes back to before 1636.

In the eighteenth century it was almost rebuilt, using some of the original materials, and has also been named the Newe Inn, the Ounce and later the Catt (references to the white spotted leopard featured on the Dorset family coat of arms.

In its heyday of coach travel there were an estimated 103 beds and 247 horses in the town – most of them at the Dorset.

It has been a centre of activity in the old High Street for nearly 400 years.

If these walls could speak...

  This story is based on fact, but I have taken licence to expand its depth and warmth, because sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. Copyright 2005 Bonx Trigwell

By member 'mrbonx'

56050407 The DA Story

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