Oh no, you cry, here he is with yet another new feature!

Is he jumping on another trend, shamelessly straining for more traffic, or just pointlessly blathering? Or is this merely a useful exercise in order to improve his writing skills?

I hope it is the latter, with added charm and inspiration. Each Friday I will publish a short, self-contained story of between 300 - 500 words. Each Friday, because otherwise it wouldn't be Flash Fiction Friday then, would it? 300-500 words is nothing, when you have a story to tell, so it is a good test of trimming out all the crap and quickly getting to the meat of the thing.

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The first instalment, entitled "Wormhole", is an idea I've been playing around with, with a view to becoming a much larger story later on. Hope you enjoy it!

Every twenty years, the children go missing.

Billy is a 7 year-old synesthete with a secret: He can stop time. Somehow, somebody knows and they are after him. With the help of a strangely well-connected neighbour and family friend, he manages to escape and grows up living off the grid, learning how to protect children across the country, training with an organisation calling themselves the Hunters.

Little Kathy is also a Synee. In 1989 she creates Unicorn, the most advanced AI the world has ever seen. Inevitably she ends up working for the Company, whose credits include inventing a cure for the common cold.

Balan is a cold-blooded killer. No-one knows where HE comes from.

Twenty years later the Seekers return, and Billy and Kathy find themselves on opposing sides of a war that threatens to transform humanity itself. Will Unicorn help them? Who is the Man in Black? Will Billy have to make the ultimate sacrifice? Will Kathy have to help him? Where are their parents in all of this?

Updating weekly in approximately 1,000-word instalments, usually over the weekend.

Enjoy!

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October 1996 - April 1997

This book details my experience as a teaching 'missionary'for USPG , and the trials and tribulations of being dumped in a strange (and wonderful) country with very little support when you're just out of school.

I filled three books with scribblings, lovingly handmade by my sister and they were a lifesaver for the really stressful times.

What you will read here are uncut transcripts (with addendums and footnotes as other things spring to mind) of what happened three years ago.

I haven't been able to get hold of C. to ask his permission to write my deepest thoughts and feelings about him, so if you find this, C., I hope this doesn't offend!