Writers Island - Fork In The Road

Devlin and Chris had known each other for years. Not really socially – more a nodding acquaintance. It's just that they simply had nothing in common.
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They met at school many years ago, and now they were both invited to a reunion at a bar some miles away. Neither of them had heard of it before. It was in a remote village way off the beaten track. A village nobody from the city went to.

Chris set off in good time. He had an idea where he was going but after a few miles he came across a fork in the road. He had no recollection of having seen it before had no idea which way to go. He sat pondering for a moment or so. Then out of the darkness appeared an elderly gentleman. Chris wound down his window.
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‘Excuse me sir – I need to go to a bar called Destiny. Can you give me directions?’

‘Yes young man. Fork right and you will pass a church called St Saviours. At the crossroads go straight ahead. When you see a golden gate you are almost there. You will see it on the right side of the road'.


Devlin was late leaving. He drove fast and furious toward the village. After a few miles he came across a fork in the road which had never before seen. He stopped and swore under his breath. Just then he saw an elderly gentleman.

‘Hey – old fella –how do I get to a bar called Destiny?’

‘Fork left and you will pass a graveyard. After a mile you will see a club called Wicked. Take the road opposite and when you get to the burned out building you are almost there. You will see it on the other side of the road.


Chris walked toward the bar. The door was closed and a sign indicated that he should walk to an entrance to the right side. There he was met by a bronze Adonis who smiled at him then made the sign of the cross on his forehead with ice cold water.
‘We are expecting you’ he said. ‘Enter’.
Inside was an oasis of cool and calm

Devlin screeched to a halt outside the bar. He found the door closed and a sign pointing toward some steps leading down to the basement. There he was met by the dark shape of huge bearded man who pushed him through the door. ‘We were waiting for you’ he grunted.
The noise inside was ear-splitting and the heat overpowering.

Devlin and Chris never saw each other again.
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While I have your attention!!

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You may have noticed that just recently I’ve been writing a few kid's stories. It’s a genre I’d not previously considered, but judging by the comments it seems to suit me!

Anyway, rather than clog up my blog with children’s stuff, I decided to create a separate site and the result is

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OnceUponATime

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I will post a brief message here each time I add a story, and there's a link in the sidebar. I would really appreciate some feedback from you – particularly if you are reading my stories to your kids.
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