Author: David Phelps

When Frederick came home from work one day there was a strange bike leaning against the porch. He cussed; the

Dr Atlantis Had an hypothesis, Thought that all people Were basically good. Tried to be good, And kind and considerate.

Perhaps it was always going to be impossible for a Marcher lord to find happiness, trying to carve out a

 My father had always told me that drink and craftsmanship do not mix. I only believed him when I was

 Laura Jones and Phil Taylor were getting married. They had been saving up for some time, Laura more assiduously than

I will drive home indirectly, I have a fear of turning right. Oncoming cars head straight towards me, pedestrians obscure

Norman Edwards was always a sickly child. He had a weak chest; the kind of baby that, when the midwife

Arthur was worried. He had just slaughtered the Angles who had been threatening his eastern borders. There were no other

The cottage stood alone between two villages. In front was a hay meadow, behind it the old wood where no

When your favourite T.V. programme Broadcasts its last episode Will you survive? When the shop is out of cheese and