Tag Archives: Stuart France and Sue Vincent

Encryption… Stuart France

Posted on February 17, 2019 by

* Now they had unleashed the hounds the outcome of the chase was inevitable. One shard of memory alone held hope… Slipping into the museum without paying could only encourage capture… The dark arches spoke of deep secrets too arcane … Continue reading →

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Betwixters?… Stuart France

Posted on February 16, 2019 by

* “We still don’t know how they did it, or why, or even if they really did it or not… …We do know that for at least two thousand years these sort of monuments were a preoccupation, were the preoccupation … Continue reading →

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Anomalies… Stuart France

Posted on February 12, 2019 by

* In the Land of the Living Heart, Angus was playing ball. The sphere of light span and soared in and around and about his aura, as he juggled, and laughed… like tiny bells, chiming. Just then, the Dagda went … Continue reading →

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…not as we know it. ~ Stuart France

Posted on February 11, 2019 by

* …Moments later the bars of blue light shimmered into three tightly clad figures. Kirk, glanced expectantly around the room and sighed. Spock arched a well manicured eye-brow skyward. “An empty writing room,” pronounced Sulu, somewhat redundantly. Kirk’s hand held … Continue reading →

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Scryer of Time… Stuart France

Posted on February 10, 2019 by

* Scryer of Time. On sky weathered stone our accidental tourist  has stepped through long horned, shaggy coated, cattle to glean and ponder the sun in rippled grain: no shadow cast from this bright interior’s sheen the mountain top of … Continue reading →

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Sylvan Grade… Stuart France

Posted on February 6, 2019 by

* Can stone turn to tree or was that just eroded memory? * Yet, if water turns to earth and air and earth to fire and air to water by dint of long forgotten alchemy. * Continue reading at Stuart … Continue reading →

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Bone Age… Stuart France

Posted on February 5, 2019 by

* Three skulls. Three lives. Three deaths. * One life for the minerals, substance of earth. One life for the flowers, blossom of soul. One life for the animals, projection of dream. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Tom Banjo… Stuart France

Posted on February 4, 2019 by

* Down the dark stairwell,  a silent progress plotted. ‘Twas death in that  house were Tom but spotted. …He reached the door, a tree clad Owl hooted. Three seconds more and Tom was Seven League Booted. One stride it took … Continue reading →

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Flesh and Bone… Stuart France

Posted on January 24, 2019 by

* What weird science clothes us thus, With overwrought fuss, We pant and puff, And toil away the year, Continue reading at Stuart France

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Chanteater… Stuart France

Posted on January 22, 2019 by

* It was probably foolish, I know… * * But I took a liking to this ‘little lady’. * * Who, if the board is correct, could have been supporting the capstone’s weight  for over six thousand years. * Continue … Continue reading →

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