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People go missing whenever Dad’s around. I can’t explain it. They just disappear. Mum disappeared. Greg disappeared. And now Stephanie has disappeared. What’s the latest caper? I’ve not been out of prison one week and I am sitting in the back of his car and he’s handing me an envelope with a map inside. It’s one of those safe storage centres. There’s a few brands around: Big Yellow Storage – the print out said.   He tells me that he knows someone that made off with all these precious First Edition Books in a murder/house-robbery and he’s got them stored in one of those big storage centres. “Books?” I say, “you can’t even read.” Never learned how to read. Never saw the need to. That’s why I was holding the map to the storage centre. “Someone tells me you get these books, they’re classics, almost 90 years old. They sell for about twenty thousand pounds a copy – that’s one book. You know Deacon? He managed to get inside a bookseller’s house. Made off with all these p

Harlow House Fire Remains Unsolved [Non Fiction Article]

Harlow, Essex 15 th  October 2012. Dr Abdul Shakoor was a Pakistani immigrant living in the small English town of Harlow when on the 15 th  October 2012 he lost his wife and five children in a house fire ruled  by Essex Police as an arson attack. To date the crime remains unsolved. The blaze ripped through the house in the early hours of the morning while the Shakoor family slept and robbed a hard-working and successful man of his entire family.    The victims were Dr. Shakoor’s wife and five children: ·           Muneeb (aged nine) ·           Rayyan (aged six) ·           Hira (aged twelve) ·           Sohain (aged eleven) ·           Maheen (aged three) ·           And the doctor’s wife Sabah Usmani Dr Shakoor managed to survive but had fought hard trying to save his family and escaped the fire with burn-related injuries that were treated in the nearby Chelmsford Hospital (a neighbouring city).    The family had originally moved to the UK in 2009 and to Harlow the year before the fi

Havana Syndrome [Non-Fiction]

The Cuba Thaw begun in 2014 ending 54 years of hostility and cold war between the USA and Cuba; this culminated in Barack Obama visiting Cuba in March 2016 and the opening up of formal relations between the two countries and their long and complex history of love and war. The New Republic deemed the Cuban thaw to be Obama’s finest foreign policy achievement and was compared to Clinton’s opening of relations between Vietnam and USA. The successes of Cuba Thaw promised a new optimistic relationship between the two. In 2015 the “Interest Section” in Cuba and USA in Washington and Havana were upgraded into Embassies. But it was the strange health problems of the American and Canadian staff in their Havana embassies that led to accusations of Cuba perpetrating an unspecified attack and the US subsequently recalling all non-essential personnel. Let’s look further at ‘Havana Syndrome’ – a neurological disorder that has been reported not just in Cuba but also has popped up in China. Symptoms:

RATLINES [Historical Short Story]

Rat Lines they called it.  Dirty rats escaping through their dirty tunnels and away from their justice.  As Europe burned and flamed – Berlin a decimated crumbling heap. Millions hungry, grieving and lost and all because of the lying rats - and yet they scamper away like a mischief with their fake passports and ‘pity me’ act. “Sir, I am just a normal German trying to escape the horror.” – the horror that you created.  Scamper away you dirty rat. You’ll be found. You’ll all be found. Santiago, Chile 1962 Arriving at the same cafe every day to make his order, the elderly man didn’t speak any Spanish and had to point at what he wanted. The staff were used to this and managed to remember his order anyway, which made the pointing pointless. The older man had an older gait accompanying a hunched way of walking. He looked frail and held a face of defiant defeat.  He’d take his coffee and whatever sweet treat they had made fresh that morning and walk to the outside veranda where he rea

Breakdown Service [500 word thriller]

Esmeralda sat on her car and waited at the side of the road for a kind stranger on a dark night to help her. What she got was Stefan. Fat, hairy, belching Stefan pulling up in his Peugeot 3008 and smiling that fat, toothless smile. “You got car trouble?... Stefan.” Stefan introduced himself and spat a blackened wad – wiping his mouth across his hairy arm. “Yes, I have been broken down here for awhile.” Esmeralda said. Deer in headlights, Stefan thought, I can have some fun with her.  He smiled that long toothless smile again. Esmeralda felt revolted.  "I can help you out if you really want me to. But what’s it worth?” Stefan rubbed his crotch and spat again. I could be in a real predicament here. Esmeralda felt that isolated, helpless fear creeping. “I just want my car fixed or I can wait for the breakdown service, that’s all.” Esmeralda said, her voice wavering with a slight quiver. “Alright, alright – well, let me see.” Stefan said. He walked over to the side of