Weatherfield England, Summer 2012, the London Olympics year. This is Johnno Allthwaite 'Marathon Man's story in his own words. * We was down the Flying Horse one night having a few bevvies Al and me when this bloke in a tracksuit with a clipboard and stopwatch walks in. "Hey, no trainers allowed in here," some clever dick twat in a roll neck sweater pipe...
The sun was shining brightly through a chink in the curtains as Sarah set the table for breakfast in the Castle's morning room with its breathtaking views across the hills and high moorland of Wales and even, on a crystal clear day like today, to the smoky hills of the English midlands beyond. Sarah was dressed demurely this morning in a knee length black...
Caroline drives west to choose a slave, but was she wise to trust slavers like Frank and Felicia? ============================================= Part 1 The plush Maybach Limousine purred quietly along the narrow streets amid the terraced houses and Chapels on its way up the narrow valley while from the back seat Caroline gazed wearily through...
The heat was stifling, the fan over my bed turned lazily barely disturbing the flies jostling for the best places to sit along its rusting blades. "James darling, how are you?" Saskia asked with impressively convincing compassion as she swept into the room. I raised myself up "Not so bad," I managed to say before my strength ebbed and I fell back "Oh, dea...
As told by Horace Mandrake "I took near four months to pluck up the courage to ask Ellie - May out and finally when I asked her she turned me down flat, she was eighteen and sort of beautiful, so it wasn't no big deal, hell near every other half beautiful girl had done the same, I never even asked the real beautiful ones like Emma Hart, Jeana Ransome or eve...
Lucy's 18th birthday present. "Ask her again George," Mary, Lady Melchett ordered her husband Colonel Melchett as he finished his breakfast coffee and stood before the leaded light window with stone surround and stared idly across the manicured lawns of his opulent manor house home. "Yes, I suppose so," he agreed, his heart sinking at the thought of anothe...
She stood immobile as she had stood for the past three days, afraid to sleep in case she stumbled and the rusting metal collar by which she was secured by way of a short chain from the cellar's vaulted ceiling should serve to snap her neck. She still wore her yellow party dress, and her black bomber jacket, even her high heels, only her pretty pink panties...
Saffron slipped ever lower into her chair as the stripper twirled around the silver pole on a dias just feet from where she sat with her cousin Charles and his friend Sebastian. Already completely naked the slim blonde girl just gyrated aimlessly around the pole as she waited for the song to finish. Saffron had watched with a sort of detached interest as t...
The bus had taken us 50 kilometers east from Kraków in Poland to the museum of the holocaust at Auschwitz-Birkenau. Many buses, several taking our party and others with other groups dropped us and we walked to the iron gate crowned with the motto "Arbeit macht frei". "Three Million Jews walked through this gateway to die" lied the guide "My Grandfather was...
"Choose!" my beloved Camilla cried as her younger step-sisters stood before us with their Mama Katerina widow of Mr Parsonage and until deserted lately by Camilla's father the Lady Oakes. "No, I say," the older woman cried vainly for she had no place but that which duty compelled Camilla to offer her. "But Camilla my dearest, I wish none but you!" I pleade...