Mike Pearce

Have you ever see figures or shapes of objects formed by clouds in the sky or in tree trunks? This story is about a small boy who sees a horse's face outlined in the trunk of a rotten tree and witnesses a transformation which echoes from the past.

Most people would like a pot of gold, but things are not always as they seem. This story tells of a mother and son who become rich, but a golden life has its consequences and is not the real answer to happiness.

Giants are rare these days, but a huge one is generated from an object flying from space. A hermit witnesses the events that take place after the giant's arrival which will leave a permanent effect on the people, landscape and future a small island.

Many of you have watched the autumn leaves float down to the ground carpeting the earth bronze gold and copper. Some have kicked their feet through piles of leaves. Many may have also seen the small helicopter blades of the sycamore seeds spiral down to the ground. This story is about a leaf. It was the last leaf on the tree, the rest had fallen. Eventually it fell and was taken up into the sky by the wind. It journeyed on far from its home but eventually fell to rest at night in the dark only to find that unlike other leaves it would become something treasured, hidden but never forgotten like the memories of its owner.

Christmas has become just another holiday with packed shops and frenzied last minute shopping often buying presents which are not always wanted. Millions will spend the weekend before Christmas being dragged through the crowds. Happy holiday, season's greetings, they shout. Christmas is just another way for companies to cash in. It is pure commercialism encouraging the spend, spend, spend, attitude. A time to indulge yourself and diet in the New Year. To waste money and even more in the January sales. The whole essence of Christmas, like marriage for some today, is a joke a show, something like halloween. A time to give presents, but the greatest present is Jesus, God's son, who came to give us hope and light in this troubled world and life everlasting. This book is about a little boy called David who wants to know what Christmas really is, not a commercial vacuum but in everyday life. A spirit puts him in the picture.

This fictional story relates an evolutionary relationship between the behavior of sloths and a woman who has similar anatomical structure and behaviour. Put under extreme pressure by her violent, drunken husband she strikes out with her claws, but suffers the consequences of her actions

This fictional story concerns a small boy called Daniel who tries unsuccessfully to win a small bear on an arcade machine. He eventually succeeds on Christmas Eve but an accident means he loses this treasured possession, but has he?

There is often a fine line between fact and fiction. Even reports from centuries ago can be elaborated to make events more interesting .Often the true outcomes or heroes of events or discoveries may never reach the light of day or be depicted in history books. This book attempts to place Thanet in a time of turbulence and invasion. Romans, Saxons, Danes all have stepped foot on this island. Thanet provided an extraordinary fertile land for settlement as well as a stepping stone for further invasion across Britain. Parallel with this is the spread of Christianity already in Europe and further introduction by St Augustine landing at Ebbs Fleet and baptising the Jutish king. Within this flowering of Christianity many Abbeys were built. The one at Minster had royal patrons and was an excellent platform for the Benedictine discipline and doctrine. There is little information on the life of St Mildred. Much written about her may have little evidence to support this. The lives of the Anglo-Saxons are also fragmentary. I have attempted to knit with fiction a role for St Mildred and her community at this time and apologise for any inconsistencies and errors made in this book. Shining out from this publication is that St Mildred as Abbess at Minster in Kent, devoted her life untiringly to peace and humility and even when dying thought of others and sang praises to God. Throughout the ages many miracles have been attributed to her and through her blessed spirit even today miraculous things are still achieved. St Mildred remains the only patron saint of Thanet-The White Lily.

Apart from being one of the best bays in Thanet, Viking Bay in Broadstairs, Kent provides a wide variety of sea shore habitats. The central beach is fine sand, possibly originating from the Goodwin Sands off Ramsgate which needs to be preserved. Looking out to sea from the promenade. One can see to the left near the harbour are scattered rocks of flint often close to the harbour walls. The ridged harbour wall forms a habitat for weeds and shell fish. To the right surrounding a raised paddling pool and extending outwards into the sea is a platform of chalk. Natural pools are found in this chalk which can be wide and shallow or narrow and deep. These form gulleys through which the water from the paddling pool runs back into the sea. Pools and gulleys provide microhabitats allowing animals and plants to isolate themselves away from full exposure if they were on the rock surface. Behind the beach, above the beach huts are exposed chalk cliffs which are colonized by several maritime plants. Each inch of the chalk cliff is said to represent 2,500 years, so walking up the steps from the beach one is passing through a vast period of geological history. This booklet forms a quick guide to many of the more common animals and plants that can be found in the bay. The amount and kinds of sea shore life present will vary throughout the season, from day to day, from tide to tide and year to year but whatever the time of year one cannot fail to find something new and interesting.

One does not know what time of day, what minute, what second the second coming will come. The bible says it will be swift and unexpected and will come like a thief in the night. Before this time there will be several signs, one of which is that the sparrows will stop chirping. This Sparrows' Last Soul is based on writings in John, Revelation, Thessalonians, Matthew, Zephaniah, Zechariah and Enoch. The story is based around three people who are demons that have started preparing for the arrival of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, who will trigger death and destruction on this earth. Are the demons already here with us today? Are they in the office or merely sitting in a caf drinking coffee next to you? Are they attending church paying false tribute to the service or are they lying on the beach overseas soaking in the heat of the sun. Many have predicted the time of the end of the world but life has gone on. Have we still time to stop them? Can only God destroy the demons and the four horsemen or can we, as humans, destroy them in our midst. Many have tried before and failed. Will the demons be able to tip society over the edge and trigger the release of the four horsemen of the apocalypse resulting in Armageddon? I am one of the horsemen responsible for the full effects of the others. Do I have the strength to help trigger the tribulation or the ability to stop it?