Stuart's Writing Projects

  The call came three days later. I had spent the time worrying and wondering, I still wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do. I was worried what would happen, where it would lead. I even thought of running away. I had enough money to live for many years, I wondered how long I could survive ensconced in a tropical paradise where no one knew me. I’d get bored eventually, but I’d be safe. I came to my senses; I was safe anyway. No one wanted me dead, I’m not even sure I can die, I was just scared and apprehensive. It’s hard to put into words how I felt, being the oldest man alive and likely to be so for many years. Having a secret that someone, somewhere would probably pay a fortune to learn. I was about to reveal that secret to a government agency too. I’ve seen enough science fiction and conspiracy movies to distrust anything with the word Government attached. But was that really true? Was it all just ridiculous? I mean, governments don’t really have secret labs, experimenting ...

  Hampton stood in front of the large three-story town house gazing up at the first-floor window.   Neat window boxes, frames painted pale blue, the building looked inviting, like something from a Dickensian musical.   Something stirred within him, a brief recognition and then it was gone.   A tear ran down his cheek, but he had no idea why.   He stroked his straggly beard and ran his hand through greasy unwashed hair.   His face was a mixture of confusion and sadness.   He turned and walked away. People called him Hampton, but that wasn’t his name.   He couldn’t remember his name.   He couldn’t remember anything from before.   A dense fog had descended over his mind blocking out his identity.   Who was he? He didn’t know.   Where did he come from?   He had no idea.   Somewhere along the way something went wrong in his head.   Now he was just “Hampton” the scruffy man with the filthy beard and greasy hair, with...

  The letter arrived on a Monday morning.   It looked innocuous enough, sat there on the mat, a white envelope with spidery handwriting.   Jenny’s name and address crawled across the surface. Small, innocent, harmless.   The note inside held something far more disturbing.   Jenny’s heart stopped as she read the words.   Sweat beaded on her brow as panic arose from deep within her chest.   Four lines of hand written text.   Simple and to the point.   But for Jenny, they spelt the end of everything. I Know I Saw You I Will Reveal All Secrets Must be Told How could anyone possibly know, or have seen her?   She had been so careful, surely this was a prank, a wind up by some village wise guy.   Maybe everyone had received one.   Maybe this would be the talk of the village for a few days then nothing more would come of it.   She let out the breath she realised she had been holding in.   What to do for the best. ...