Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
Chapter 1. The Return AS SOON AS he returned to England, Walker made enquiries with a network of contacts in the film and television industry with regard to securing work as an experienced walk-on extra. Surprisingly quickly, considering the circumstances, he picked up a few walk-ons for the odd TV soap and a domestic comedy pub scene, more he suspected for...
I'm back after a bit of a break. This is a work of fiction. It's a slow moving story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. *** I wasn't looking forward to the next 15 or so hours. I'd just managed to squash myself into the small and cramped economy seat at the rear of the large aircraft taking...
...this is the God who does not care and will never cease. Look at the seas there Flashing against this rock in the darkness--look at the tide-stream stars--and the fall of nations--and dawn Wandering with wet white feet down the Carmel Valley to  ...
DISCLAIMER To all who have sent me congratulatory messages about my new-found happiness - alas, what follows is fiction, partially based on some actual experiences, but all in all, it is mainly wishful thinking! "To everything, there is a season, and life is good." Chapter One It was good to be home. Even better this time, as this trip to China yielded t...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05: Paul & Jenny's Caribbean Cruise I sat looking out of the window as the December evening closed in. A fine grey drizzle was falling. Jenny would be home soon from University. She had my car, as I was not allowed to drive yet. I wished I had an automatic gear change on my car. My Grandparents, with whom I was staying, were ou...
Sandra was really bored. And frustrated. And it was only getting worse and worse. Almost three years now, she thought as she poured herself another gin & tonic. It's been three years since anyone had bothered paying any attention to her, not her useless husband Frank, or either of her children. Ever since the twins had turned 18, it was like she didn't e...
Prologue. Late Summer 1943 – Suffolk, England. Katie opened the front door and froze. A grim faced postman stood on the doorstep with an ominous looking telegram in his hand. He silently handed it to her, and Katie shut the door before he had a chance to offer her his sympathy. She had been expecting this, she had not heard from Stephen for many months, sh...
Pulling up to Emma's house I waited in the Astra and put some music on. It was one of the cleaner streets I had been on. There were trees where I had parked, saplings held with stakes in the earth, one every forty metres on both pavements. The bins had been put out for tomorrow. I saw a fluttering of curtains in the window of Emma's house and recognised th...
Mickie's POV BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I look over to my right and see the numbers on the alarm clock on the bedside table flashing to signal that it is 7:30am time for me to get up when the in point of fact I have been up for hours..........Ok that's a lie the fact of the matter is I have been awake all night. I h...