This is the beginning of a sic-fi something I started a while ago. Bryn thought as he walked,. Bryn grunted agreement but did not look up again. The lower levels were much steadier. Bank balance and belongings lifted and dropped into space, to be picked up and continued as though the eight light year distance could be ignored. They came to a crossroads.

Jude bristles at the grasping branches in the wood, one hand holding her thin jacket closed, the other splayed out in front, bracing for impact.

Lying here on the treatment table, a thin disposable liner beneath me and a white towel covering my lower half, I try to take my mind off the pain I know is coming, by mentally preparing myself for the next meeting with my solicitor.

Fictional stories written by Jim Bates. It all started with a simple idea. Al Woodson had been in the living room checking out sites on-line and found something he thought was interesting. 8220;Ellen, listen to this.