Shovelling the seaweed away, Agnes was not happy. 'Fourth time this year,' she muttered and threw a disgruntled stare at the waves lapping against the ineffective flood wall. Archie pulled up in the hire van. He drove over the seaweed Agnes had spent the last hour gathering into one neat pile. 'Next lot ready?' he … Continue reading CRABBIT
A glorious morning. Clear blue sky, the water still, the grass fresh. It was exactly the sort of scene that had convinced them to buy the house. But the spring colours and sun-kissed fields hid the tumult of the previous night. The storm had raged across the whole country for twenty four hours. The deluge … Continue reading STILL
'Iacta ālea est.' The die is cast. The storm would follow. Marcisus trooped with his legion over the Rubicon river, following their leader who had gone before them. Within days they would be in Rome. Pompey would be forced to flee. Rome would be torn apart. Marcisus saw it all unfolding. He had hoped his … Continue reading THE COMING STORM
Christenson fell to his knees, his hands raised to the skies, his face a scream of agony. 'Show yourself!' he cried. Outside the storm tore at the earth. Debris battered against the protective dome. Trees, buildings, animals - all tossed asunder. Inside the palm trees were still, the climate pleasant. Only the constant howling noise … Continue reading END TIMES
The view was bleak, much like his future. The waves rolled along, grey with white crests, unrelenting, unremitting. His stomach had finally settled down after two days of sickness. What did he care about these countries over the ocean? They could bomb themselves into oblivion for all he cared. The rain battered the window, but … Continue reading STORM WINDOW
