Tales from the Ridgeway is a collection of stories written by the Year 4 class of 2011/2012 from The Ridgeway Primary School, in Reading.
The stories made have only had the punctuation and... More > occasional grammatical error edited. All the language and ideas are the children's own and no child has been left out, regardless of writing ability.< Less
In any business or moneymaking venture, preparation and foreknowledge are the keys to success. Without this sort of insight, the attempt to make a profitable financial decision can only end in... More > disaster and failure, regardless of your level of motivation and determination or the amount of money you plan to invest.< Less
"... for what little was left I used my shirt. I'd go home and change before dinner. Or I'd be dead and it wouldn't matter anyway. I scooted up on the bed so I could bend over Bob and check his... More > pupils. My hand hovered just above his face when he struck."< Less
"On cue, the front door of the bungalow opened and a tall figure stood in it limned by the interior light. Without a word, Rafe threw himself from me, bodily landing on the grass about five feet... More > ahead, tucking, rolling and coming to his feet, facing the figure at a short distance, sword drawn. The Vampyr standing in the door didn't even flinch."< Less
"I looked up to see every woman's worst nightmare come true. There was a stranger, a man, sitting against the headboard on my side of the bed in the semi-darkness. My breath caught for a moment... More > then I realized who it must be."< Less
"I found myself wondering at the many contradictions that were Bob. He seemed like such a polite archfiend; a gentleman with a penchant for being a really scary sonofabitch. Sounded like the... More > behavioural descriptions of a serial killer. And I was about to get into a car with him and let him buy me lunch."< Less
When I looked up, two very tall, very fit men stood in front of me. "Not the boy," was all I said. The blonde nodded then lifted his eyes to stare over my head. I didn't bother turning... More > around. This was why he hadn't answered his cell phone.
"Tchadesch." I didn't want any doubts as to my intent. "Is everyone all right?" "Yes, saitdsch. They've been cutting you out of our net, street by street, actively engaging my people." "How many are there?" "Too many."< Less