--- David She couldn't be fucking doing this. When I first woke up, there was no body directly beside me, but I didn't think much of it and dozed off again. Coming to the second time, I looked around the room for her. She was sitting on my desk chair, fully clothed, staring back at me. As if she had been waiting for me to wake up. There was something ala...
And now the end is near, so it comes to face the final curtain. Thank you for all the comments on this storyline, some of which will prove useful for other stories I may or may not develop. This is fiction, it is not based on any person real or imaginary. ***** Then it all crashed down. It was a terrible way for the marriage to be hammered and yet the s...
--- David I don't know why, when at home for those few days, Violet was never mentioned. Maybe I was nervous about what people would think of her, and knew that I'd be teased. Wesley never said anything either, but then, we'd always been like that. We didn't 'snitch' on each other. It wasn't his to tell. It was uneventful as far as my family goes. Lots of...
Prologue I am ninety-nine years old and tomorrow is my birthday, so I will be a hundred years old in the morning. The big ten-0! I have all my faculties and even my own teeth! What I don't have is all the dear ones I have known in my life. My daughter Polly is now gone and her daughter Jenny too. As for her daughter, my great granddaughter Polly, she is...
Chapter I "Well at least it's better than that place in Innsbruck," Grace said matter-of-factly as she peered into one of the bare cupboards. "That place was absolutely awful." Sandy sniffed the stuffy room as the cupboard swung open and was grateful when Grace closed it again; it was musty and stunk. "Yeah, OK, we had to share a bed, but that wasn't too b...
He's a gay virgin. She's a failing lesbian or filthy bisexual, depending on who you ask. It's late, and she's out of milk. If this doesn't sound like your thing, other authors are available. Or try one of my other stories. If this might be your thing, I hope you enjoy. This is an entry in the April Fools Day 2020 contest. 'Nearly home,' I thought, a...
"Max, I'm going for a coffee want me to bring you one?" Ed Martin, aka the bondsman, asked as he walked toward the door of our small office. "No thanks Ed," I replied. "The coffee from my Mr. Coffee is fine with me. I'm not really a big fan of designer coffee. Too many years of bad coffee." I replied. "Yeah, you haven't been out long enough to develop a ta...
CHAPTER ONE: SUNDAY. An unexpected meeting in the cemetery. Tim Bloomfield put a sketchbook, soft pencils, stanley knife, eraser and pens into a plastic carrier bag, walked carefully down the stairs from his flat, let himself out of his front door tucked between a pizza restaurant and an estate agent, and crossed the road under a hot June sun to the entra...