Raymond G. Taylor
Bio
Author based in Kent, England. A writer of fictional short stories in a wide range of genres, he has been a non-fiction writer since the 1980s. Non-fiction subjects include art, history, technology, business, law, and the human condition.
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Stories (167/0)
Crowning moment
Craighaath stood by the Beck river, arms folded, countenance stern, for the climax of the three-day ceremonial. The king stood before him, dressed in plain hessian, blood and ashes daubed across his face. Craighaarth stared at him with contempt.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 months ago in Fiction
Striving for success
“Gifted, highly-talented and supremely motivated.” Each member of the interview panel nodded their agreement, as the Chairman continued. “We have all read her excellent work on post-trauma reconstruction in The Journal.” Again, the panel agreed.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2023
Is there life on Mars?
08:00 UTC, Elysium Plains, the tiny blue disc of Earth visible above the rust-colored horizon. “I think I’ve found it,” I said over the headset, struggling to crouch down in the cumbersome EVA suit. Peering through the visor into a tiny crevice in the rock, I could clearly see the microscopic mollusc-like organisms. Final proof that there was life on Mars. I wished I had a partner with me to collect samples.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 months ago in Fiction
Dawn
“Dawn of a new era…. time for the whole nation to come together…” Who was he kidding? He would never get us out of this fix with his worn-out platitudes. What we needed was real leadership, bold leadership, decisive leadership. All night long I listened to him refining his speech down the hall, for all the good it would do him. Then, just before daybreak, the muffled CRACK-CRACK I was waiting for, quickly followed by a hail of automatic fire. A pause, before the Secret Service man came bursting through the door.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 months ago in Fiction
The rambler's rest
Ask me about heaven and I would describe a pub by a craggy seashore, flickering flames rising from an open hearth. There, I would sit resting from the day’s ramble, pint pot in hand, as I listen to an old sea dog spinning a yarn. One such seafarer, Thomas was his name, sat with me by the fire in the Rambler’s Rest one evening, telling tales of the seven seas.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 months ago in Fiction
Hilma and Piet
Are you ever inspired to write something after seeing a work of art for the first time? I dreamt up this story while viewing a new exhibition at Tate Modern in London, where I volunteer as a visitor host. I then sat down in the middle of the gallery, surrounded by paintings, and wrote the story on my iPhone. Since it came to 99 words, I thought I might as well round it up into a drabble by editing the story into its present 100-word form. I was also planning to continue with the dialogue and write a longer story but was interrupted when the exhibition closed for the evening. Looking at these 100 words now, I kind of think this little tale stands up on its own.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 months ago in Fiction
