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Chapter 37 The Crater settled into a routine, the months passed into years. Susan gave birth to a son christened Guy Ramage. Martin and Jill had a daughter the same year, Barbara. Sulkie and Tana had foals, and Zeus was trained to the saddle. By the start of 1899 there were over 260 horses and foals out in the crater, and over 300 cattle and calves. P...
I can't wait until we do this again, I said to Rafiq Fakri as I kissed him goodnight. Grinning, the handsome, dark-skinned young Moroccan kissed me back passionately, and then exchanged a wink with his lovely wife Basmah Fakri, ( nee Redouane), who nodded understandingly. I bade them both goodnight, and they walked me to the door. Before I left, Basmah did s...
David grew stronger and began to ride around the crater on Zeus. He met up with Martin one day out in the Crater at one off the cattle paddocks. Martin was inspecting some cattle inside off it. "Good day Martin, I've not seen them before have I?" Martin spun round smiling, "Hello David, of course I haven't told you have I" he replied, "I brought them f...
After my separation from the Air Force I decided to remain in Europe for a while and travel around. I called my friend Steve and told him I would be visiting England in the next week and he invited me to stay with him. Steve and I had been friends when we were both single and stationed together. He was now married and said she looked forward to meeting me, a...
I'm sure that by now many have heard of Eileen Nearne, an eighty-nine year old woman who died alone in her flat in southwest England on September 2, 2010. With no known friends or relatives, the town of Torquay entered Miss. Nearne's tiny flat to search for records of someone to notify of the impending funeral. No living relative or friend was found; her on...
Hello, and welcome to the second issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment o...
You are a time traveling spirit set out to undo the prententions of power-hungry shrews, who, despite their good looks, are nasty to the bone and long deserving of comeuppance.What's next? 10th Century Arabia, or the 1,001st Tale Atlanta, 1864: A Bellum Belle Roman Empire, 2nd Century Merry Old England The Land of Midas, Ancient Greece! What's next? 10t...
Ch. 1: England So I had won the Lottery. It's just money right? Money can't make you happy right? Winning the lottery won't change your life, right? WRONG. $250,000,000 made me happier than I had ever been. Properly cared for, and I'd never need work another day in my life. Of coarse I spent almost 50 million of it the first month, and planned to spend a l...
An Aussie country boy has moved to England to play sport, hoping for a less complicated social life. Are things likely to be any different in England? Early indications are that he might be the author of his own problems, in so far as women are concerned. His story continues. I had left Australia and my girlfriend, Emma, behind for a season playing cricket...