A knock on the door wakes me up. "The breakfast is ready," says a young male voice. The nightmare didn't end. I'm still here, stuck in this world. I didn't sleep well because my back hurts, but since I went to bed soon after sunset I've at least managed to sleep for a long time, so I'm not that tired. I had a few nightmares, though, and one of these was s...
Chapter 1 Xandra sat down on the rusting roof and sighed, tonight was the last night for yet another year where she could roam freely looking for that one man she could be with and not kill him of course. She sighed again as she thought that it was the worst part of her job, she could never have a meaningful relationship. But at least she wasn't emotionall...
The Headmaster Ritual (1) Prologue: Friday, 26 April Portia danced sinuously in the half-light of the dimly lit study, closing her eyes and losing herself in the thumping beats and intricate rhythms of the Latin music. She reached up and ran her hands around the brim of her straw hat, the fingers brushing against the silky pink ribbon. She watched him tapp...
"How dare he speak to me like that," Catherine said angrily to herself. She turned onto the freeway and accelerated down the on-ramp toward the city and thought back over events of the preceding week. Catherine and her husband John had been at logger-heads for the better part of a week. It had all started out fairly suddenly one night at dinner when John ha...
Chapter 1 A realisation The Guardian newspaper was resting on the big oak kitchen table. The table was littered with years of burns and coffee rings telling a tale of a family life gone by. It was quieter now, and the table had fewer stories to tell. The newspaper, however, was open on an article that had been read by all the family that weekend. The educa...
Angrily, Emma Harding slammed the book shut and flung it across the room. It thudded against the living room door before falling to the floor, open at some page but face down. For a few seconds Emma could only stand there, silently fuming. What was wrong with her? She hadn't needed to read that bit again? For the hundredth time the unspoken words howled in h...
I have used 'Chimp' and 'Monkey' indiscriminately here. I know they are different species, but then the 'animal' I am talking about here is neither one and has elements of both. ***** John loved my hair, and had always encouraged me to wear it long, hanging down to well below my bum. He had told me so on our first date, five years ago. Whenever we cuddled...
This is the twentieth episode of my unreliable memoirs and the second part of a tale. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones, particularly episode nineteen in this case. I hope you have enjoyed it so far. M4bloke ****************** In the morning Sophie and Pierre were still fast asleep in the...
Sunset Over Cairo A black kite wails through the cooling air as evening falls over the great plain of Gizeh. Beneath the sinking sun, the dull dirt landscape glows in momentary splendor. Shadows lengthen as the black kite plunges, and a tiny shriek of death goes unnoticed on the plain. To the east in Cairo's old quarter, Masr al-Qadima, a clear-eyed muadhd...
I wish to make it perfectly clear that there is no underage sex implied or involved in this story. * This is a very long story but then it's a long journey from here to the South of France! ### ### ### "This all you've got?" I said very much surprised. A cabin case, albeit tightly packed and a medium sized shoulder bag that could be worn on the back wasn...