Time and Motion by Louise Peregrina
Jason swung the club hammer again and hit the bolster chisel squarely on the end. This time he felt the brick move slightly. He stepped back and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his…
Fictional Stories
Folkestone StoryMap started out as a collection of fictional stories, written by people with a connection to Folkestone, anchored to landmarks within the town. You can read and listen to the stories here. If you would like to listen to them in situ, please click on STORYMAP in the menu to see a map displaying their exact locations, along with what3words tags.
We have now extended the project with Folkestone StoryMap: Your Stories to include people’s memories of Folkestone. You can find them by clicking YOUR STORIES in the menu.
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Homecoming Queen by Michele Sheldon
For your own safety, I urge you to listen to this story whether or not it’s the month of August or the tide is hiding the unknown, or it is in plain sight. Look across…
The Gentlemen’s Club by Joseph Burton
James liked to draw. He sketched portly men in towering top hats that gave him nasty looks as they walked by. The ladies were more interesting with their towering dresses that trailed behind them like…
Silverlight by Sallyann Fellowes
Alex felt the plane go into a dive. He always thought he’d pray at a time like this. In reality there just wasn’t time. His mind saw Doreen’s face as the Spitfire bit the sea,…
Martha and the Pirates by Martha Brook
One sunny day I was down the coastal park with my brother and sister playing at the top of the pirate ship when I spotted what looked like a real pirate ship in the distance.…
Just The Ticket by Charles Bain Smith
Amy choked back the laughter as she handed the fraudulent child’s ticket to the grumpy face at the train station. “You’re supposed to be wearing a mask!” it chided. “Whatever,” called Amy, without looking back.Nial…
Grimhorn and the Billy Goats Gruff by Peter Jonathan
We all know the story of the Billy Goats Gruff, don’t we? Maybe some of you have forgotten how the goats looking for fresh pasture couldn’t cross the bridge because of the evil troll? Or…
Funicular by Louise Burgess
We sat right by the window, our faces less than a yard from the track, staring up at the carriage above and listening to the water gushing into the tank beneath. Once it was full,…