Everyone was looking forward to the party; the children for the event and the adults because it gave them a few moments to be together alone. Daniel, not wanting to spend the day in the company of a host of cousins younger than him had gone to stay with a mate to play with computers, games consoles, mixing decks and whatever else they could find between the...
This was to be my first contribution to the Sunburnt Country Story Contest, but the typo goblins struck and missed the deadline for the event, oops? Anyway, I'm from the land down under and thought I would throw together a story, based on a recent trip I made out West to north of Mt Isa. This is purely a work of fiction based on some of the country and peop...
The sorceress Phaedra stared down at the stone circles in the fields from her window. The stones were enfolded by the hazy greys of the mists gently caressing the land. She could almost taste the refreshing drops of morning dew spread out over the grass on her lips. The cool breeze entered through the open window washing the last remnants of drowsiness from...
The princess awoke to find herself alone. All was quiet in her chambers, and there was no sign of the maid but a soft lingering perfume where her head had lain. Surprisingly, the morning found her feeling refreshed and alive, where before she had longed for flight. On the sideboard was another glorious meal, which she set about devouring. She found she was...
Day Two: Male Anatomy & Homework Thank you for the feedback from my first story, submitted nearly two years ago. I would like to say I have been working on this since, but unfortunately that's not true. I appreciate negative comments back, but please just indicate more of what you did not like or where you stopped reading. Part Three is already in progress,...
1: Portrait of Lady Fiona Fraser Rhodri Morgan, Oil on Canvas, 200x175 cm This is the painting which caused such a furore when first exhibited in London this spring. Making clear homage to Gainsborough's famous portrait of her ancestor of the same name with a negro slave, Lady Fiona is shown prone, wearing the same dress worn in the Gainsborough portrait,...
Becca pulled her white Rav4 into the driveway and checked to see if her children were asleep. "Okay kiddos, we're home," she called after spying her eight-year-old, Charlie, lost in an iPad and Brian, her two-year-old, staring blankly out the window. She grabbed a bag of groceries from the passenger seat, then unbuckled and hoisted Brian from his car seat....
The drive up When I found out my driving buddy was leaving me in the lurch last night, I decided to bite the bullet and offer my supervisor a lift with me, as he had driven me a few weeks ago so I wanted to repay the favour. Not to mention it makes the drive less boring, and we enjoy each other's company. We had known each other for over three years so were...
(Please read this first!) A/N: Has it really been 3 years? I actually was going to give up on this story, but then several people kept contacting me wishing I continue this series. To those of you who don't know though, my main focus has been on my artwork since I want that to be my career. However, I have learned that I need to finish what I started and I...
Night flight to Europe. Night flight from Asia. Recapturing a day as you outrace the spinning globe, lights flashing high up above the dark vastness of the Indian Ocean. Night flight to Europe, from the sun-heated furnace of Jakarta to the soft, grey chill of Frankfurt. Night flight with a lawyer, a lover. I'd admired her, yet again, at the hotel pool that...