Towton Nightmare – Anthony Woodville – Dorothy Davies
2800 words Historical Fiction
Towton, the bloodiest battle of the Wars of the Roses, is here related by Antony Woodville, who fought alongside his father, Richard Woodville, on the Lancastrian side, in the disastrous battle which claimed 28,000 lives in just ten hours. The Woodvilles survived…
The array went out, once more we were to take up arms against the king – and if you ask which one, then I say the question is a fair one. There can be but one king to rule a country, all else is not fair and right in the sight of God. So we rode out yet again. My mother clung to us in turn, begging us not to be in the thick of the fighting, to stand back from the crush if we could, to come back for she could not live without us.
Victims of War – Dorothy Davies
600 words Horror Story
The station is the passing through place for the young men off to the war zone. The porter sees them go…
Do you not think a train whistle is the loneliest sound in the world? When it echoes across the countryside at night, does it not tear at your heart? As the train leaves the station for places unknown to me, does the whistle not seem to ring with loneliness because you are being left behind? Or is it just that I think so, because I am here on this station – because trains are my life?
Waiting for the 9.03 – Dorothy Davies
1300 word Ghost story
Train stations, departures, arrivals, passengers ever on the move. Why then does the lady, who appears to be out of time somehow, remain standing on the platform, and what magnetic influence draws the young woman to her?
There is nothing as heartbreaking as a train whistle at midnight across a desolate lonely countryside. Nothing tears at the heartstrings quite as much as the sight of the brightly lit windows making a streak of light as the train clacks and rocks its way along the glittering rails. Nothing draws the wanderlust out of the soul of someone more than the thought of the train travelling through the night to far off places where the people are different and colourful, where the food is exotic and the weather erratic and hot, where the language is like molten silver in the ears and you cannot understand a word of it.
Will You Walk With Me A Way? – Dorothy Davies
700 words Horror / Ghost Story
For some spirits there can be no rest until they have their revenge!
Not far, just to the end of this road. I am…empty inside and need a few moments of interaction with someone. Oh my, that sounds so formal, doesn’t it? In truth, though, to ask you for a few moments of idle chatter, or gossip would be nonsensical. Especially with what I have in mind. You look wet, is it raining?