Stories

Stories are wonderful things. They come to me with the spontaneity and sparkle of dreams.

The House of the Ancestors

We had only gone about ten yards into the dim space stretching before us when a very large puma leapt on me. As I felt its impact on my chest I held it firmly in my arms and realised that I had no intention to kill or hurt it. Its head was close to my face, and with surprise and love I could see t...More

Time to Grow Up

Again David had brought Lisa to ever stronger feelings of despair and pain. It had all happened before, many times. First of all the little irritations David showed, then suddenly the furious descent into .........More

Encased

There was once a man, Ross,  who had become encased in rock. It was very difficult for him to get around, but he could, just about move. But so encrusted was his stony armour he .........More

The Feman

The hanger was immense. It was created within the rock of a mountain, and made Nefir feel as if he were outdoors under a stone-grey sky. He often visited the colossal space to experience the feeling of ancient times created by the old craft....More

The Friendly Ghost

It wasn’t that Jack. Hadson liked the ghost. As he explained to me in the pub one evening after work, ghosts aren’t things one can come to terms with easily. So it was difficult for him to find any affection for it....More

Ghoulygars

It was ages and ages before Joyce met the Bear in real life again. Of course she would often sit and talk to it on the floor, but it never replied; didn’t even twinkle its eyes. She told it all the things she thought about, even the very unlikely things, or things she could hardly believe herself...More

The Great Rising

One night, tired of her parents’ talk, Joyce crept unseen out of the house. She had sat for what seemed like hours, listening to what the grown ups of her family were saying....More

How The Birds Came

When the sun was half way up the sky one morning, and the birds were still noisy looking for food, Mwanga was sitting with two of his grandchildren. Aiya the boy was seven, and Lilla the girl was seven and a half....More

The First Vision

When all the adults and children in a compound have worked to till the earth and grow a crop of root vegetables or corn, the harvest is very precious. Not only has everyone helped to make the soil ready and plant the seeds, but also because the sun is so hot water has to be brought to the plants to ...More

Man With The Dark Head

On a day when a number of people from the compound were walking to a village some miles away to sell produce at the market, the talk turned to whether the rains would come on time. ...More

Mwanga Flies To The Moon

When the moon was very bright one night, everyone in the compound was sitting enjoying the feeling of having food inside them. They sat close to the fire because with the moon so bright the sky was clear and it was cool....More

The Story The Rain and Wind Tell

Africa is one of the oldest countries on the face of the Earth. The animals and people have been there a long time. One evening as the sun was sinking, with thunder clouds gathering, the crickets and the birds were calling, and the evening seemed as old as the world. Sitting outside his hut watchin...More

Patrick O’Conner’s Vision

Patrick’s old bones were aching from sleeping on the floor, even though he had chosen a place with carpet. So he had only been slumbering fitfully when some slight noise nearby woke him. In the half daze that comes on you in the middle of sleep he looked and saw a young she angel kneeling near his...More

The Boy and I

The boy followed me in the road, looking at me without embarrassment. It was usually small babies who stared, and they can’t tell what they see. But the boy now walked in front of me, in the dusty road, turning to look. I smiled at his undone shoelaces, and his grubby face.“Who are you?” H...More

The Hand

When Life was still making the original people who lived on the earth, it created a little Black Boy. He arose, still asleep, from the Great Waters, and was gently washed to shore by the waves....More

Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – The Hedgehog Who Lost His Reasons

Seeing that the bushes were growing over the stream at the bottom of our garden, I put on my Wellington boots and went out. Wading into the stream, I began to cut back the branches and weeds....More

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