Dickie Dickinson who had been sitting in the ingernook silently nursing a pint of best bitter, looked across at Mrs Jackson and said 'Do you think Jack Crow's story about that fortune telly gypsy woman was true?'
Flames on the torches held aloft bt shadowy figures danced in the blustery wind. Creaking on its hinges a heavy oak door swung noisily back and forth. Holding a struggling naked man on their shoulders four black- robed men hurried from the church. Following closely in their footsteps four similary clad figures carried a heavy wooden cross. Twelve in all now stood waitng outside the church, shuffling their feet impatiently anxious to be on their way. The wind seemed to blow harder at the torches as if trying to extinguish the flames in a effort to hide the man's nakedness from his captors prying eyes. Its icy breath however only encouraged the flames to burn more fiecely.
My brother John is not the sort of boy who lets the grass grow under his feet. His next money making idea came to him when he was on his way out of the cemetery after Granddad's funeral.
Ickerbod Truespell turned away from his observation screen; he had seen enough. Mark Thomas was the one he would ask. All that he had to do now was bring him to the cave. that would be the easy part. Trying to persuade him that he was the one for the job, would be harder.
Tom Peters looked up from digging his garden when he heard someone clearing their throat just above his head. 'Good morning Tom.' Said his next door neighbour, who was peering over his garden fence. Clearing his throat again, he said. 'Are you going to Exeter today?'
Whilst scanning the sand on a Dorset beach with his metal detector, John Silver uncovers Aladdin's Magic lamp. After floating in the sea for two thousand years, the lamp has become a battered relic of what it ued to be. When John polishes his find to summon the genie, the slave of the lamp cannot get past the twisted spout. Thinking that the lamp is just another piece of useless junk, John's mother throws it away for recycling. During the recycling process, the genie becomes miniaturized and the lamp is recreated as a bicycle bell. Although John doesn't own a bicycle, he feels compelled to buy the bell when he sees it displayed in a shop window. When he rings the bell, a tiny genie appears. John's first two wishes turn out to be miniature replicas of what he had asked for. His dissapointment grows when the genie informs him that the lamp must be restored to its former glory before he can grant full sized wishes. The genie then tells John that the only person with the power to turn the bicycle bell back into a lamp is Merlin the Magician. Seated on a magic carpet with the genie on his shoulder, John travels back twenty eight years in time where he meets his mother, father and several of their friends who agree to accompany him on his great adventure to find Merlin.
During the summer, ( The Owl and Duck) becomes a busy near the seaside watering hole filled with tourists sampling local brew and the simple pleasures of rural life. Thatched roofed, with oak beamed ceilings and inglenook fireplaces, it simply oozes Old World Charm. In the winter, a few happy local regulars gather around the walk-in fireplace where they sit in comfortable chairs in front of a blazing fire.
The bell signaling the end of the round sounded like music in Ronnie Jackson's ears. On legs of jelly he stumbled in the direction of his opponents corner before realizing his stool was waiting at the opposite side of the ring.
You're straring up at the ceiling listening. Desperately you want to lift your head to see if he is still around, but you can't. No matter how hard you try to blink your eyes, your gaze stays fixed on the light above.