The fifth instalment of exclusive short stories written by brian throughout September 2012.

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On a fine spring night, the moon was all but full. The countryside was hushed and a wind blew across Southern England.
That wind carried unusual micro-organisms, brought from a Kent laboratory. The micro-organisms, harmless enough, induced a temporary increased intelligence in all it met with.

Part 4 in Brian’s September 2012 short story series.

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Guy Beckersund flew down from Rio to Montevideo. He found there a capital city standing in crumbling magnificence.

He liked it. His film-making habit told him that the city would make a wonderful background for a thriller movie.

This is the third instalment of short stories from Brian’s month long attempt at writinga  short story a day for the month of September 2012. Enjoy

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Somewhere in an old dusty book written by a young woman, I came across a line of poetry which runs in English as follows: ‘In the village of Shushensk, beneath the mountains of Sayansk…’ Nothing more.

Short story number 2 in a series taken from a month’s long attempt at writing a short story a day in September 2012.

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It was Sacred Day 35 by our reckoning and I was so proud. To me was awarded an Aspects of Resistance, Second Grade, by the Master Insuffaller himself. I swore to deny the Western Scientific Approach and went down on my knees, where my forehead touched the stone floor.

We’ll be publishing some exclusive new short stories on the blog. Right now Brian is just finishing up on a months’ worth of writing a short story each day so look out for plenty more!

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Derek Barnes paced back and forth, thinking joyfully how wonderful he was.
Never had he felt such delight before. His ambitious mural had just been accepted by the town council. It would form the centrepiece of the planned memorial to the Fallen of Royal Signals (financed by a wealthy local man who had served in Signals in WW2). That was a part of Barnes’ developing artistic side-line.