tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108613642011-09-07T21:21:52.010-07:00This is a book I started some time ago. I got to chapter 16, but never finished the thing. I will publish other chapters as and when people want them. If people like what they read, then I may even get round to finishing the novel off. All comments and criticism gratefully received. Encouragement would be nice too!!Alexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05817429541786363624noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10861364.post-1137707912045342012006-01-19T13:56:00.000-08:002006-01-19T13:58:32.090-08:00

The group got to together the following week and their subsequent meetings became more and more frequent. Each member became a regular attendee at the discussions, in fact the four of them became close friends and started meeting at each others’ houses instead of the London pub. Nick started to grow very fond of Rachel, who he had managed to discover, was married to a husband with such a good

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Sowing the seeds It was nearing the time in the office when Nick drifted off home and it was a Friday, pub night. Now, Nick liked his friends and his friends liked him, but Nick could not get over the feeling that these weekly pilgrimages to the local were becoming as dull and routine as the rest of his life. The usual topics of conversation, cars, women and work, were becoming strained and

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The Movement begins It was a humid summer afternoon in mid July. The weather was uncharacteristically warm for Britain. Nick was, as usual, battling with his computer to produce yet another insignificant report. These reports were demanded monthly by Nick's boss, their sole purpose being to justify the boss's existence. As usual the computer had crashed, and equally as usual Nick had begun

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