Author: Francis Meyrick
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Bird of Prey
Bird of Prey photo credit: Juan My confidence was growing. I realized that. I was actually even beginning to find time to look around during my free-fall. I was… almost enjoying it. Gone was that absolute “I’m going to DIE ” type of unholy terror. No, now I was just scared shitless in an ordinary…
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Let’s ride…
Let’s ride…
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The Fool on the Hill
The Fool on the Hill (A story set in the pre-Revolution days of Old Ireland, when the British still held power, and all thoughts of independence and emancipation were deemed the impossible ramblings of deluded fools…) Yes, is there a hint of the Allegory here? Applicable to today? Here? Now? Can we, frustrated writers today,…
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Jeremy’s War: Chapter 16 “Facade “
Ch.16 FACADE Sainte-Breuve-sur-Pont Feb. 25th, 1917 Dear Pater and Mater, Just a quick note to say I am still alive. And kicking. Got my second hun! Shot the little basket down in flames, and watched him jump out. Serves him right. Frizzled all the way down. I’m fine. The only bad news is that…
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Jeremy’s War: Chapter 15 “Mutiny “
Ch.15 MUTINY The muffled ‘kerrump’ as the fuel tank exploded reached Jeremy’s ears. It should have registered in his brain immediately, but there was a time lag. During which he was picked up by an invisible, red hot hand, carried bodily through the air, and smacked hard and painfully onto the ground. This winded…
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Jeremy’s War: Chapter 14 “The Hunter “
Ch.14 THE HUNTER Evening time at last. It had been a good supper. Now he enjoyed a cigarette, watching the smoke curl lazily up to the ceiling. Bright blue smoke escaped mischievously from the tip as it lay, waiting dutifully, in an ashtray. He picked up the patient servant, inhaled gloriously, and then fired…
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Jeremy’s War: Chapter 13 “The newly dead about to fall “
Ch.13 ‘THE NEWLY DEAD ABOUT TO FALL’ By the time Jeremy returned to flying duty, Digsby had been killed in a dogfight, flying wingman to Greenhall on only his second patrol. He had been at the squadron so briefly, that nobody had got to know him. He was replaced within twenty four hours by…
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Jeremy’s War: Chapter 12 “Mirror of the Soul “
Ch.12 MIRROR OF THE SOUL Sainte-Breuve-sur-Pont 24th February 1917 Dear Pater and Mater, Not a very good few days. Feeling a bit better now, but I must admit I’ve spent four days grounded, trying to get my brain sorted out. War! It certainly gets some people going. Life’s different for me now, and the enormity…
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Jeremy’s War: Chapter 11 “Hate thy Neighbor “
Ch.11 HATE THY NEIGHBOR Jeremy realized he was almost in a trance, circling the burning wreck, his gaze fixed in horrible fascination on the results of his action. Dismay and guilt was giving way partly to another emotion that shocked him in its growing intensity. A savage satisfaction. It was as if two voices were…
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Jeremy’s War: Chapter 10 “That other World “
Ch.10 THAT OTHER WORLD The old farm was getting on her nerves. How she missed Paris! The days were dragging by. She enjoyed her new horse, and called him ‘Pecadillo’, which means ‘small sin’. It seemed appropriate. Her father had chosen well, and Pecadillo was healthy, lively, good natured if a trifle unpredictable when the…