Christopher JacksonGlossolaliaMrs Dufresne was flattered that Philip had offered to walk her home after the play, but the further they got from the hustle of the crowded…Jan 13, 2016Jan 13, 2016
Christopher JacksonPiffle & BalderdashPiffle knew that the city was dangerous. She knew because her father told her never to venture out alone. And she knew because of the…Dec 9, 2015Dec 9, 2015
Christopher JacksonNo Laughing MatterThe canals smelled worse at high tide. Poppycock instinctively pulled his collar up and hunched his shoulders to hide his nose behind the…Nov 26, 2015Nov 26, 2015
Christopher JacksonThe Veiled QueenPoppycock could set a brisk pace for someone negotiating a busy street with his hands deep in his pockets. Jack bustled through the…Nov 7, 2015Nov 7, 2015
Christopher JacksonThe ValleyThey built the cannon over several months, in the ruins of the farmhouse. They slept huddled under the few roofs that remained. And they…Oct 31, 2015Oct 31, 2015
Christopher JacksonWell Done, FrankInside the safe, next to the hard drive and the money, there was a piece of paper. On it was written, “Well done, Frank.”Oct 31, 2015Oct 31, 2015
Christopher JacksonBeasts All Over The ShopIn the centre of the graveyard, on top of the ruined tomb, crouched a monstrous creature. Ragged growls rolled from its lungs with each…Oct 31, 2015Oct 31, 2015
Christopher JacksonThe Royal & AncientIn a forgotten corner of England there sits a large old house. The land around it is quiet. There is no birdsong, no wind through the…Oct 31, 2015Oct 31, 2015
Christopher JacksonPoppycockSpecial Investigator Simon Poppycock stood with his hands in his pockets and his tongue in his cheek, looking at the corpse at his feet. He…Oct 31, 2015Oct 31, 2015