Over the last month I’ve felt the need to take a break from blogging and feel I must now do so. How long it will be, I don’t know. If people want to keep in touch, I’m still active on Facebook and Twitter and would love to see you. I’ve been blogging now for four years, with 1,100 posts, 27,000 comments and 660,000 hits and have thoroughly enjoyed it.
Any new visitors may still enjoy my Magazine Posts below and the hundreds of stories, essays and poems linked from my sub-domains on the strip above. To my faithful readers, I need more time to concentrate on my book writing, but believe me I have enjoyed the journey with you here on Beyond the Blog. Thank you, and in time honoured fashion, I leave, for now, with some flash fiction.
THE JESUS CODE
Fiction: He stood in the chamber. He’d cracked many codes; dug many
a site to get there. Now he held the Holy Grail. Was it the famed
chalice or the blood of Christ? He scraped out the dried blood of the
spear wound. It had been both. And the geneticists were ready for the
Second Coming.
A FATHER’S SON
Fiction: He’d come to terms with his father being a murderer. It had
taken time. So much abandonment as his father went on the run,
evading police. For many years he’d searched, trying to come to terms
with his loathing. But now, as he looked upon his father’s body, he put
down the gun and cried.
ONE MIDSUMMER
He would sit on midsummer nights and dream, three witches close by.
He had been told of his family’s past; of the blind uncle; of the
conspiracies and murders; of the loves and tragedies. He himself had
only been born as his parents were revived after their suicide attempt.
Young Will knew he had many a tale to tell.
3 GHOSTS + 1
He sat by the hearth listening to the chimes. The first ghost appeared
telling of so much affluence and goodwill lost. The second ghost told of
poverty, sickness and squalor. With the third he learnt of future
darkness, despair – destruction of his world. But still!! ‘Bah, humbug,’
said the banker. And now … the poltergeist comes …
NANO-NO
Horror: They went ahead, despite the warnings. Nano tech was to be
the new tech, and that was that. The lab did a good job in
development but never considered the probes could become lonely …
congregate … grasp consciousness. Soon all they needed were hosts.
Now they were banging on the doors. They really shouldn’t have built
the lab by a graveyard.
© Anthony North, 2010
