The Drug Dealer in My Attic – Part Three

Listen to the final part of this story above, or read it below! Missed part 1? click here! Missed part 2? click here! In the eighteen years that I have been renting out property I have encountered many different characters from dozens of countries around the world. I have spent sleepless nights worrying whether I would […]

Tales from The Oddcast

The day I found that big ball of Marijuana under my loose floorboard I knew that the time had come to grasp the nettle and take some kind of definitive action. The owner of that huge chunk of pot would have to leave – I just needed to find out for certain who the owner was.

The Drug Dealer In My Attic

It was the kind of cold, wet, nasty November evening when you think that Summer will probably never come again. My phone began ringing around 10.30pm which I knew from experience could only mean trouble. I let it ring and ring until it went quiet, then I picked it up to see who had been […]

Doing his Bit

Dear friends, family and discerning readers. Tonight my son Marcus is sleeping rough on the streets of Bournemouth in aid of the homeless. Please keep him in your thoughts tonight and if you are a religious person, please say a little prayer for him. If you are one of those generous people who have donated […]

The Orphan Trains

This story was inspired by the Orphan Train Program, as it became known, that operated in the United States from 1854 to 1929. You can read a little more about it below the story, or click the link for a more complete understanding of this controversial program. As usual, the aim of Friday Fictioneers is […]

Death of a Stranger

Last Friday night, In a single room on the third floor of a house in Bournemouth Town Centre, a young man I did not know and never met took his own life. His short, troubled life was brought to a sad and lonely end by a suspected overdose from non-prescription drugs. His death is all […]

Anne of Chiswick

Six months after removing my article on Anne of Chiswick I have had a change of heart and put it back up for the public to read. Why? Because the decision I made at the time was in response to pressure I felt from a few aggressive individuals who resented what I had written and I […]