Stories that I wrote with my own little hands. To understand quite why some of these stories border on the weird or, in many cases, fall right over the border of weird into downright loopy then you’ll probably need to read the About page and appreciate that this site hasn’t always been just travel-related.
Well, this is luxury. I’m in the back seat of a car appreciating the fine stitching on the initials “H.W.” embroidered into the leather, and I’m taking in a view of the countryside just outside the city. It’s raining, but then it’s always raining. Still, trees make a nice change […]
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“Jehovah’s Witnesses?” The couple turned their heads and looked at one another, she glancing down and he staring up on account of their relevant heights. A quizzical look passed between them and they turned slowly back towards James. “Not Jehovah’s Witnesses then,” said James who prided himself on his quick […]
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“Gentlemen, thank you for coming today. Such a prestigious group of the world’s greatest criminal masterminds the world has truly never seen, nor shall it ever with our skill at evading the law. Most of you are probably wondering why I’ve asked you all to this meeting and why I’ve […]
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“I put it to you Mr Hawkes that this is the gravest danger we have ever faced.” I was most adamant on this fact and jabbed my finger in his general direction even as I jutted out my chin to check for stubble growth in the reflection afforded by the […]
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I’m not a happy person. Never have been. The rain in this city has a way of washing happiness down the sewer. Splat! Splat! I’m looking at the door and thinking some unhappy thoughts – something like: that’s not the sound I expect to hear from a door – when […]
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I am The Time Caterpillar! I am not of your world. Unless you too are a Time Caterpillar or one of the Fig Leaf People of the Inner Rings. No, you’re probably not any of those. I am not of your time either. I am not exactly like your caterpillars […]
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It was later in the week and my memories of the astounding adventure with the Leopard Ladies of Mercury was beginning to diminish. Everyday events were returning to normal in ravaged London and my mind was distracted constantly by the steady stream of survivors of the damage inflicted in and […]
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I’m not a vacation person. Never have been. Vacation people are happy people and that’s not me. Maybe there’s a market in vacations for people bitter at the world. Maybe that’s something I can look into when the detective business really dries up. Really dries up. I know it’s not […]
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“Goshdarn!” exclaimed Rupert suddenly. I froze in my checking of the auxiliary knobs on the backup knob panel, astonished at the exclamation I’d just been witness to. I was not the only one open-mouthed at Rupert’s outburst. “Now steady on Rupert old chap!” said Mitchells, removing his pipe to point […]
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I arrived at Carruthers’ domicile in the fashionably decrepit part of South London with a severe case of butterflies in the stomach. It was my own fault for taking a shortcut through the 1889 Lepidopterist Gala in The Regent’s Park; oh, but how those Red Admirals entice the tastebuds! I […]
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