http://slow.writerscafe.org/IanReeve The original writings of author Ian Reeve en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020016 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sebastian GloomEpilogue It was later. Much, much later. The Albatross strained against its moorings as it was buffeted by the swirling currents of Chaos. It was about the size of a small merchant ship, the kind that had crossed the Atlantic in Sebastian Gloom's lifetime, carrying wea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2023764/ Sebastian GloomPart Eighteen All around him were globes of light, thousands of them. Soft and wispy around the edges as if they were made of luminous smoke, but with a brighter core that flickered and danced like a candle flame in a breeze. All different, all with a slightly different mix .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2023763/ Sebastian GloomPart Seventeen The ground continued to rise as they approached Empyrean, as if they were climbing the steps to the doors of a great cathedral. The light was brighter here and everything was more beautiful. The most mundane blades of grass, the simplest flowers, seemed to hol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2022387/ Sebastian GloomPart Sixteen “What do you think of Hell, Gloom?” said the priest. “Are you looking forward to going back there?” He was wearing a full suit of armour, like a knight from the days of King Arthur, with a cross, complete with a crucified Christ, embos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2020031/ Sebastian GloomPart Fifteen The tunnel twisted and turned as it threaded its way through the final barrier between Heaven and Earth. Ahead of them they saw a pure, white light, and they all held their breaths as they drew close to the Blessed Realm. They passed a final bend, and suddenly t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2018114/ Sebastian GloomPart Fourteen Sammael swept in on his huge, black wings, his horned head turning this way and that as his burning red eyes surveyed the massed ranks of the damned below him. “The time has come!” He roared in his great booming voice. “We go to storm heaven!&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2016263/ Sebastian GloomPart Thirteen Gloom's worries that the Resistance movement might be losing its momentum turned out to be unfounded. He became aware of rumours circulating among the damned, rumours that things were getting organised at the highest levels of the demonic hierarchy. Lucifer, Me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2014618/ Sebastian GloomPart Twelve Dazzling light blinded Sebastian Gloom. Even shielding his eyes with his hands didn't help. Somewhere in the light was a face. A face as large as the entire universe. The face stared at him, frowning the way an artist might frown at a painting that had gone wrong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2012802/ Sebastian GloomPart Eleven At the same time that Inspector Gideon was grilling Father Anthony in his own church, Sebastian Gloom was leaving his museum in his steam wheelchair, accompanied by Benson, to see a contact that had provided useful information in the past. The young man wasn't on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2011038/ Sebastian GloomChapter Ten Sister Julianna, one of the Sisters of Plenitude who lived in the Saint Margaret's nunnery and one of the rare female members of Exercitus Dei, was changing Father Anthony's bandages when Father Cleese entered the holding house to tell him that Cardinal Francis .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2008954/ Sebastian GloomPart Nine The crime that Father Anthony had hoped would be lost amongst the mischief and mayhem of any major city was front page news the next day, and Sebastian Gloom sat up straight in his wheelchair as the headline caught his eye. “Quite a coincidence,” said B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2007187/ Sebastian GloomPart Eight “But, but...” For the first time in his life Benson was lost for words. “But how can you fight God? I mean, he’s God! He's all powerful, all knowing...” “He is neither of those things,” said Paul. “If you read .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2005433/ Sebastian GloomPart Seven Gloom was delighted by the key. “This unlocks a safe deposit box,” he said, “And the number will be the box number. This is undoubtedly where he put the bottle for safekeeping. There are only two banks in Manchester that perform this service, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2004274/ Sebastian GloomPart Six Gloom and Jake arrived back at the museum just before midday. They found Alfred, Jake's father and Gloom's housekeeper, helping the charcoalman unload three new bags of charcoal into the alcove behind the steam wheelchair's storage bay, under the watchful gaze of Da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2003269/ Sebastian GloomPart Five “So,” said Sebastian Gloom in his whispery voice. “If we put what we found on our separate endeavours together, we're looking for a chap called Gideon who may live somewhere in the Cheetham Hill area.” “Or Gideon may have nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/2001354/ Sebastian GloomChapter Four Benson didn't go directly to the house of Philip Cranston but instead went back to Sebastian Gloom's museum for a change of clothes. Simply turning up at Cranston’s mansion and demanding to interview his staff and the surviving members of his family was li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/1999214/ Jake was the fourteen year old son of Alfred and Doreen Pilchard, the couple that did Gloom's housekeeping and prepared his meals. It wasn't the first time he’d acted as Gloom's wheelchair engineer and he kept a careful eye on the dials and the furnace, occasionally opening the grate and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/1996999/ Sebastian GloomPart TwoPaul It took Benson a moment or two to understand. “He had a Solomon bottle, and this was what was stolen,” he said. “Yes,” confirmed Edward Pick. “I am relieved that you know of such things, it saves a great deal of time consum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/1994671/ An occult investigator in an alternative Edwardian England discovers a vast conspiracy against the Catholic church. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/1993070/ An occult investigator in Edwardian England discovers a vast conspiracy against the Catholic church. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/1993035/ In the future, desperate measures have to be taken to tackle the population crisis. 2255 words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/1945864/ A survivor roams a post apocalyptic wasteland, searching for others. 2345 words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IanReeve/1938015/ This was my entry for a short story competition. 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