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“Caledonia you’re calling me and now I’m coming home” – Caledonia by Dougie Maclean I had just boarded the last stage of my long trek home from New York to Glasgow at London Heathrow. Another hour or so and I would be on home turf again for the first time in a decade. Was I looking forward to it? In some ways, yes. Glasgow has always been my first love. It is where I grew up, got my education, where I met the love of my life before screwing it up beyond repair. There’s a line in the song Caledonia by Dougie Maclean “I have moved, and I’ve kept on moving, proved the points I needed proving.” That, at least in part, explains why I moved, despite loving Glasgow so much.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Stick 'em up. Top Story - September 2023.
Connor trembled. Until this very moment, he’d never considered the difficulty of staying perfectly still. As he stared down the barrel of the gun it became abundantly apparent. His hands shook as he fought the urge to wipe away the sweat stinging his eyes.
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of the Midnight Manor
The night was draped in darkness, and the moon hid behind a shroud of clouds, casting eerie shadows across the sprawling grounds of the Midnight Manor. The mansion, long abandoned and rumored to be cursed, stood as a looming testament to a bygone era. Its grandeur was still intact, but its glory had faded into the annals of time.
By Aftab Asif3 years ago in Fiction
HIDDEN
There once stood a quaint and enigmatic mansion sitting on a hill in the village of Oakwood. The locals in the town murmured rumors about the big estate's dark mysteries and hidden secrets. The estate allegedly had unimaginable treasures that were kept out of the public's view. However, no one dared to go there for fear of arousing the legendary ancient spirits that were claimed to guard the place's secrets.
By Harajuku Barbie3 years ago in Fiction
Stray Dogs
The speeding locomotion engine roared through the blizzard that raged across the mountains. The racket of wheels on track almost drowned out by the sound of gunfire. Bullets flew as two elves clung to the roof of a passenger coach, exchanging shots with the goons in the adjacent coach.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith3 years ago in Fiction
"The Conjuring: Separating Fact from Fiction"
The most haunting spirit in the movie is that of suspected witch Bathsheba Sherman. Born Bathsheba Thayer in Rhode Island in 1812, she married fellow Rhode Islander Judson Sherman (one year her senior) in Thompson, Connecticut on March 10, 1844. The two were married by Vernon Stiles, a local Justice of the Peace. Bathsheba filled the role of housewife while her husband Judson worked as a farmer on their land. Fairly well-off, Bathsheba and Judson had a son, Herbert L. Sherman, born when Bathsheba was approximately 37 years of age in March of 1849. It is possible that they had three other children as well, all of whom did not survive past the age of seven, though no census records could be found to confirm these reports. The family also usually took in a boarder, most likely to help them on the farm.
By Anannya Maitra3 years ago in Fiction
