Stuart's Writing Projects

If anyone had been watching the monitor that Tuesday evening, they wouldn’t have believed their eyes.  But a busy, understaffed police station doesn't have time to watch prisoners all the time. Besides, they were all locked up in cells; where were they going to go?   Damien Flock relied on this fact to make good his escape. He should never have been caught in the first place, but his luck had finally run out. Although it wasn’t all down to bad luck.  For the first time in his life, he had trusted in someone else. Work alone and stay free, his father always told him. Instead of sticking to his father’s wise advice, he had involved a security guard, who had inevitably screwed up and set off an alarm. The result was the inside of a police cell for the world’s only dimension hopping jewel thief.  What was a guy to do?  Escape, obviously.  Damien stood in the middle of the police cell and closed his eyes. Fortunately, no one had taken his fingerprints or ph...

  20 th August 2011 Mark checked his watch as he turned off the main road and headed through the forest.   8.30pm.   Plenty of time to make it through the forest before dark.   It wasn’t that he didn’t like the woods in the dark, but the rumors of Watchers Wood from his childhood never left him.   The apparent disappearances.   The hideous monster that lived in the darkness.   The screams late at night. All nonsense, obviously, and a product of over active childhood imagination, but you never knew.   Bella began to tug on her lead, Mark let her run free.   She ran off down the path in search of some sort of doggie holy grail. The further he got into the woodland, the more nervous he began to feel.   The name Watcher’s Wood conjured up the wrong image for a man on his own in the fading daylight.   Was someone watching him? ‘Bella.   Come here girl.’   He called, his voice a little shaky.   Bella came bounding back...