***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). EN...
Part 2! I'm gonna be completely honest with you: this part has pretty much no sexual content at all. It's here purely for people who want to see Synnøva's story resolved. I expect very few people to actually read it, but much love to you few folks who do. <3 -~o~- "Fifty-two inches, my lady." Synnøva threw her hands into the air. "Gods above! Two inche...
Annette yawned loudly as she stretched on her bed. She looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was three in the afternoon. She raised her eyebrows in surprise as she kicked off her duvet. Wow, she must have been more tired than usual as she normally woke up by twelve or one at the very latest. She squinted at the faint sunlight that tried its hardest to...
Lords Harry and Brian, relaxing with a post-dinner port. As far as Harry was concerned, a very successful dinner. Now he and Brian could relax, having the rest of the evening to themselves. The interruption when it came was not appreciated. "Come in," growled Harry. Mrs. Swinton, the Housekeeper, came in, almost grovelling at having to interrupt Harry's...
I'd never flown anywhere first class before, and I can see why people who do it, always do it. The first class seats are actually comfortable. You don't feel like herded cattle. Steven and Marcia were not in first class. I didn't miss them. Steven had turned into a mother hen, fussing over everything I ate, my exposure to sun, and how long I talked the two...
Author's note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people or places, both living and dead is purely coincidental. Elements in the story may or may not resemble their real life counterparts. This is my first real work and it may not be up to many of the reader's standards but I hope my efforts make this story at least a bit interesting. A...
Almost three months had gone by and Nicky wasn't making much headway with Eric. She was getting a little upset with herself, and her report to Robert wasn't exactly optimistic. Eric was still reluctant to talk much, which made it hard for her to propose any form of serious counselling or therapy for him. He would give her the cold shoulder and let her ramble...
Once again a huge thank you to Tex Beethoven my editor who polished this into a gem for me! Book 1 Chapter 4 As Dante stepped outside the cabin for the first time he saw the sun shining overhead; it was just after noon. He laced his boots up and had found and strapped his Spartans to the small of his back as Lily came out the door. She smiled at him an...
Upon receiving the text from Alison asking for his help, Steve had jumped to the Orphanage in Thailand. Steve materialised behind the orphanage in a little used area. Alison knew his secret as apparently did a lot of the children, but he didn't want to make it too obvious to adults. Stories by children could be dismissed as fantasies, but if too many of Alis...
For as long as you can remember, you've been an orphan on the streets of Westeros after your parents died of a plague, or so the wizened old septas who ran the orphanage told you. Small for your age, shy, quiet, and scrawny, you were picked on by other orphaned children growing up, and have sorely regretted the lack of a mother to protect and comfort you. Af...