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Sometime in the not too distant future, this tale is set in the calm period after the storm of World War Three; that is, after all of the wailing and gnashing of teeth has died off and the surviving remnants of civilisation are trying to get on with life as best they can.

Civilisation and society, by twenty first century definition, have disappeared to be replaced with deprivation, starvation and anarchy.

As a tribute to forward planning for Continuation of Government, Britain has survived with King George the Seventh as the head of state. Without much to govern except in terms of desolated landscapes, the King’s CoG organisation is trying to maintain and defend whatever scraps of power remain.

Against this backdrop is a story containing all of the classical elements of good against evil, old lovers reunited, bravery, betrayal and redemption.

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This is a story about unplanned and unwanted time travel. Seventeen time travellers found themselves transported forward in time by exactly ten years. Did they find life in the future to be an improvement on what they’d left behind? Share the pain and anguish of these, by then, non-citizens and their struggle for recognition of their plight.

The storm had been gathering over the city all afternoon and it was almost dark in Post Office Square outside the windows of my building.

The gathering gloom had kept making me think that it was later than it really was and that I should be going home, but I’d managed to ignore it and get some work done. Suddenly, though, I noticed that it was five o’clock; at a push, I could get the 5:10 bus and be home before the storm struck in earnest.

I packed my bag hurriedly and headed for the hills. The building I was working in had a set of very slow lifts and, with one of the four out for maintenance, the five o’clock wait felt interminable. When the doors eventually opened it was almost full and I managed to squeeze into the only small space available. On the ground floor, I headed out into the street thankful that the rain hadn’t started yet although the pre-rain wind was blowing quite strongly.

Down the first alleyway and out into the next street saw the start of heavy droplets, but I crossed Creek Street and was lucky to find some shelter near the bus stop on Adelaide Street.

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This collection of nine classical fairy tales has been rewritten in a style that, without detracting from the magical quality of the original versions, gives a modern slant which borders on the ‘politically correct’, without adhering to the strict envelope suggested by the application of the terminology. Care has been taken to preserve the cultural mystique of each story and all happy endings have been retained intact.

“Once upon a time there were three bears, namely mummy bear, daddy bear and of course little old baby bear too. They all lived happily in a little house in the woods.

Even without the aid of an opposable digit, or thumb as it is otherwise known, these hirsute creatures had managed to adapt to the civilised surroundings aptly afforded by means not defined, although there is a vague suggestion that they may have been provided with the accommodation by benevolent external sources.

This is almost certain since if it were to be implied that the bears had actually constructed the dwelling place by themselves, then there would have been such a large contingent of animal behavioural scientists and like researchers in close proximity that there would not have been the slightest danger that Ms G. Locks could have approached the scene, far less vandalised the bears’ property and partaken of their provisions, without being apprehended forthwith.“

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This ebook is a collection of seventeen short pieces that Coinneach has written over the last few years. They cover a wide range of thought processes, from teleportation to cheese on the moon, and from golf to deja vu. It's hoped that all readers will find that a good proportion of the content will capture their interest.[/one_fourth] [one_half_last boxed=”true”]