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.