Tony Spencer
Stories (9/0)
The Chocolate Rose
THE CHOCOLATE ROSE Prologue: Now Prince Arrik peered out of the Palace tower window, his breath misting on the thin plate glass. As far as the eye could see, and he could see a long way over the flat terrain from this high up in his lofty tower, the ground lay white in a thick layer of freshly-fallen snow. More thick soft white flakes gently floated down from a still leaden sky. His mother had forecast the snowstorm yesterday with a smile, knowing he missed the snow, ice and mountains, so he shouldn't have been surprised by it. She was so wise and he had yet to learn such wisdom.
By Tony Spencerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Barley Field
Ankh stopped running and clutched his side, he had a stitch that burned sharply. His heart was pounding, his,legs ached. He tried to moderate his sucking in of cool,air into his burning lungs. He didn’t want to be heard, he couldn’t be heard or all would be lost.
By Tony Spencerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pre-Wake
Prologue Extract from the diary of The Most Reverend Robert Sullivan, Bishop of the Diocese of Sandburg: “When I first found religion I hoped my life could be fulfilled. When I met the woman who was to become my wife I knew that a sacrifice by me was necessary.
By Tony Spencerabout a year ago in Fiction
Average Joe & The Angel
Prologue Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church almost in time, which was completely packed, with every single seat taken for the funeral service. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most popular man in town, and everybody in this close-knit community wanted to see him off on his final journey.
By Tony Spencerabout a year ago in Fiction
Wayne’s Super Heinz
WAYNE’S SUPER HEINZ Liam picks up Wayne at 10pm, the only lit up house in the short, dark terrace on the edge of the sleepy town. Even with the light behind her, Wayne’s Mam, who opens the door in answer to his soft knock, is a handsome single woman, thinks Liam to himself. Even though everyone knows everyone else’s business in Portumna, and there had been every explanation on earth from a golfer tourist to the son of Finn Bheara himself, no-one really knows the truth of who Wayne’s father is.
By Tony Spencerabout a year ago in Fiction
