Dear reader, this is a follow up to the previous story, I had a fairly clear idea of what the pen was going to write, but somehow the pen took it over, it's a bit helter skelter now, I hope you like it, I know some won't, but hey ho. For those who don't even like me, (why?) please move on, don't read it, your usual nasty comments are routinely deleted anyw...
It started with a telephone call, a couple of weeks ago, one of my former girlfriends called Christine, inviting me to her birthday party. I had nothing else planned for the evening, and accepted the invitation. When I walked into the venue, an upstairs room at a local pub, Christine was leaning on the bar, ordering drinks. She was wearing a very short, min...
The wheels of the landing gear made an audible screech as they touched down on the runway at La Isabela; it was a sound that was as commonplace as the dull pinging of the buttons that passengers pressed to summon the attention of the harassed cabin crew and nothing to spare even a moment of thought over. But to know that for a fact would require a person to...
'What a fucking prick, what a pompous arrogant pig!' Lisa thought as she strode through the last set of automatic doors, her little suitcase-on-wheels struggling to keep up. Captain Parry had done a fine job of distorting Lisa's usually agreeable features. His comments about her and her colleagues only being on board to give the male passengers something to...
Disclaimer: All characters and events are purely fictional. All characters are at least 18 years of age. "Bracchia et voltum teretisque suras integer laudo; fuge suspicari cuius octauvm trepidavit aetas claudere lustrum." ("Arms and countenance and those lissome ankles cooly uninvolved I commend; suspect not one whose rushing life has already drawn its f...
Just another follow up to my light Christmas short story. Please enjoy a fictional fantasy journey into urban science fiction. ~~~~~ Dear Bob, Eating, resting and playing alone? Are you looking for more? Is the sole company of TV or internet enough? Need someone to join you for activities? We have a revolutionary new idea. Guaranteed enjoyment, ever...
'I've got to be honest,' Libby said as she sat down next to me, her stylish mess of dirty-blonde hair needing brushed from her face. The sofa was a tired old thing, and complained as we sat together, which was stupid as Libby was tiny, and I was no juggernaut either. 'I've had my eye on you for a while.' I tried not to give away my excitement, then realised...
((Author's Note -- Please note that this is Adult Erotic Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify! I seem to have started this story an absolute age ago! It's journey to completion has certainly been interrupted a few times, but I hope that no-one will notice the joins! As with all my work, I like to take some time developing the characters w...
Sunlight winked through the lace of leaves fanning from the apple tree overhead. It slid, viscous, over the round, ripe fruits, and dripped into the earth, saturating and sweet. The heat of the afternoon sizzled in the soil, crumbling it so it was shovelled easily by swelling roots and released rich, heady fragrances into the air - thyme, lavender, honey. Ro...
Author's Note This is the first part in a new story series that follows the lives of two friends over the course of one turbulent year - 2010. The story is set in the fictional town of Westborough-on-sea, a seaside town on the south coast of England. Other towns and cities mentioned are real, although individual places within them (such as pubs, café's, ho...