Calvin London
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I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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Never Open That Door - The Strange and Slightly Creepy, Mr Underfield
This is part III of this story. So far: Abused by her boyfriend and thrown out of her home, Gabby found solace in a motel run by Mrs Montgomery. She was a motherly, kind person. Her son, a police detective, helps Gabby find a new place to stay. Today, she meets her new landlord, the strange and slightly creepy Mr. Underfield.
By Calvin London9 months ago in Chapters
Clever Little Buggers - Viruses, the Ultimate Survival Machines
The previous two parts of this series demonstrated how viruses are a force to be reckoned with. They: Have two simple requirements: multiply and survive. Are sex maniacs like nothing else that we know. They can change their spots and mutate at an alarming rate; it is purely a numbers game, and Have the ability to hide in reservoir hosts.
By Calvin London9 months ago in FYI
Clever Little Buggers – Viruses, the Ultimate Survival Machines
In the first part of this series, I explored how viruses transfer themselves and hide in non-human hosts. This is epitomized in the bat. Many viruses (including the COVID virus) infect bats and use them as a host. Bats because of their unique immune system, do not show symptoms of the infection.
By Calvin London9 months ago in FYI
Clever Little Buggers – Viruses, the Ultimate Survival Machine
What breeds faster than you can think, hits you like a freight train, and has no mercy? A virus, that’s what. In this series of three stories, I am going to take a look at just how clever these little buggers are.
By Calvin London9 months ago in FYI
Never Open That Door - Part I: Mrs Montgomery.
“Go on, get out, bitch, or I will give you more of that. Who needs you anyway?” Gabby sat in her car, sobbing. Deep sobs. Her world was falling apart. She had driven as fast as she could to get away from Luke. “How could he do this?” she asked herself. “Where was she going to go?”
By Calvin London9 months ago in Critique
Trapped and Captive in Someone Else’s Bed
Trapped and captive, I was starting to regret being there. Shadows glided above my head. Dark shadows were cast against a vivid blue background by the bright sun. Evil-looking forms grabbed my attention as I gripped the ocean bed.
By Calvin London9 months ago in Fiction
