My gratitude to Creativetalent for her help and advice. Miss Mabel - a story in six parts. Part 6. The consequences of a letter. After two months at my lodgings at Boscastle Street, the front sitting room had been tacitly recognised as my province, at least in the evenings and weekends. I could write letters and check accounts at the bureau-bookcase, whic...
A week later after our high school reunion Rhonda and I decided to spend the whole weekend all to ourselves. Ever since that night in the school cafeteria we've grown closer, getting to know more about each other than ever before. Hard to believe she was that same girl who played volleyball like a pro with a tomboyish attitude to go with it. After leaving he...
This narrative came to us as a hand written manuscript on yellowed and tattered sheets of paper. Its owner claimed it was submitted to London Life in 1937 but never published because it was a bit more explicit than even their standards allowed. We seriously doubt its authenticity but will let our readers judge for themselves. Authentic articles from London L...
Og's Blog Pt 09 Og becomes a civil servant. Part 05 Starting in Devonport. Author's Note: Because of the Official Secrets Act, this has to be regarded as a fictionalised account and names will be omitted or changed. Any names given will not be the names of real people. Please note that Parts 01 and 02 of Og's blog are transcripts of posts made on the Auth...
Alright here we go again. I realize this story has holes you could drive a truck through, but I'm still getting requests to finish it so here goes. I hope you all enjoy. Jessica was petrified. She needed to confront Janine about her actions at the party, but was afraid of what she'd find out. To add to it, she started with Kimmy's cleaning service Monday. J...
Welcome again to Ch. 03’s version of the disclaimer. This is where I tell you that this story is fictional. I might as well also explain the REASON for the disclaimer. It’s because whenever I’ve ever written a loving wife story I get good feedback, but I also get about a half dozen angry e-mails proclaiming the woman a slut and insisting that she should die,...
I don't know how long it took for the knocking on my front door to wake me up, but it did, eventually, rouse me out of what had been a deep, sodden, slumber. "Hold on," I warbled, forcing myself to sit up. "Yeah, hold on, I'm coming!" I stumbled into my living room, where the huge analogue clock over the television told me it was just after 11:30. Still uns...
After I graduated from university I'd been pretty lucky, having walked into a very well paid job within a matter of months. However, the one thing that I wasn't prepared for were the property prices in London, which made it impossible to get a mortgage on somewhere decent. Needing to find a place before I took up my new job, I was faced with a couple of opti...
I read the words etched into the bottom of the screen as the news flash lit up my small apartment, "Possible Deadly Outbreak Moving Along Eastern Seaboard". If it was anything serious the internet would have the best information; I never trusted these news networks. I got up to put my half-eaten bowl of rice in the fridge and smiled at Daisy, my bright blue...
You don't have to have Byron's morals to like his poetry, say for example, 'When we two parted, in silence and tears'. It was knocking lines from this poem back and forth at each other across a kitchen that suggested to Rachel and Gerry and everyone else in the room, that they were soul mates: soul mates who had found each other by chance, in a poorly prov...