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A Chapter by spence
Tristan Morris II, son to Tory peer Sir Tristan Morris I, pulled his day old Mercedes-Benz into the forecourt of the communal garage space allotted ..
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A Chapter by spence
Two years previously...
Jacks brain chronicled the order of the loops, breaks and beats that reverberated around the venue to allow him to antici..
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A Chapter by spence
I am at one with everything, formless within this, (?), silent vacuum that is not space, but like space there are no borders or boundaries. No perce..
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A Chapter by spence
The streets where Jack lived were a law unto themselves. People did, basically, as they pleased, living on reputations, backed up by threats and..
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A Chapter by spence
Present Day...
Staggering and swaying- weaving his way through a crowd of people, Jack gradually began to identify with his surroundings, but he ..
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A Chapter by spence
Jack could tell from Polly’s body language that she had something ‘big’ on her mind, but, at times like these, he always wondered ..
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A Chapter by spence
(The woman lay on the hospital bed, her legs spread apart as she pushed to give birth to her child- growling her pain angrily through clenched teeth..
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A Chapter by spence
He just couldn’t do this. His nerve had gone. Polly would be here with Katy-Jo soon and he was shitting himself about it. His chest tightened ..
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A Chapter by spence
No windows or doors adorn this place- nothing to see, hear, taste or smell- only the touch of granite and the sound of my own voice give a clue that..
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A Chapter by spence
Colin was awoken to find himself on the floor of his living room, cut and bruised from head to toe- surrounded by the shattered remnants of his few ..
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