The hairs at the nape of my neck stood on end. I had a bad feeling about this. I needed to warn the others. This man was bad news.Read more "Warning!"
Boris gazed at the human wailing and squirming on the ground.
‘Like a worm,’ he mused. Just like a little fat worm. That’s what these earth creatures reminded him of—what, with no shell, and all soft and fleshy. He held his rumbling abdomen. ‘Not yet,’ he spoke to his stomach as if it were a sentient being.
Walter groaned. His head throbbed as though a giant cockroach had clobbered him. Then he remembered. A giant cockroach had clobbered him over the head.Read more "Lost World of the Wends (22)"
Amie slurped it into her mouth and swirled it with her tongue. Nothing like chocolate bits.
But the “bits” seemed to wriggle like they had legs. What the?
Joseph recognised that voice. O-oh, this is not good! Fear like an Antarctic blast, paralysed him. He perched on the bench. The rustling was the other side of the outhouse door—an unlocked door—the Wends didn’t believe in loo locks—apparently.Read more "Lost World of the Wends (20)"
‘We’ve been praying for you,’ Herr Biar said.
‘The evil one is active.’
‘Boris?’ Amie asked.
Later, I decided the boxes of bazooka ammunition should go too. As the hatch flew open, I tossed them. They landed with a decisive thud, then a series of cracks and bangs like fireworks as they hit the flinty stone. Not such a clever idea.Read more "Not So Relieved…"