Author's Note: When I first published this (I hope) slightly humorous little paper, it was just to answer some ill-informed anonymous critic, and explain to readers why I used the words I did in my stories. Little did I realise that it would raise more feedback from further afield than all of my stories put together! I've had comments from people from the U...
I was sitting at the arrivals lounge at the Harwich Ferry terminal drinking my third cup of coffee. I was waiting in anticipation to meet Hilary, hoping I would still recognise her. I thought about the times we spent in the Dutch waterways with all of our children. The glorious times we spent with the Maas family sailing the inland waterways of Holland. In p...
This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our i...
I sat on my couch and watched what was showing on thee TV screen in absolute disbelief. The videotape had shown up at my office in a package with no return address on it, but with a local postmark. There was a note taped to the cassette that said, "You are always bragging about her; what do you think of the slut now?" I wondered if the timing of the delivery...
This is a story set in the not-so-distant future. It explores how humans and robots might interact and how they might even fall in love. It's a tale of betrayal, deception and maybe a little redemption. If you're looking for quickie sex or a stroke story, hit the "Back" button now because this is the wrong story for you. I hope you enjoy! ****************...
"Happy Anniversary, Eddy darling." "Happy Anniversary, Clara dear." It was 6 AM, but they were already awake. Normally they slept until 8 PM, but today ... the tension ... Yesterday they had received a letter of congratulations from Her Majesty the Queen, signed by Herself, and this afternoon the mayor and his wife would visit them. That was customary wh...
Brad sat in the front row facing the left side of the chalkboard. That's where Mrs. Holland spent most of her time, talking to the senior chemistry class and writing equations which most of the class did not understand. The guys were always talking about how hot she was for being so old. The truth is she was just 45, not too old by some standards. Not too ol...
Synopsis: Chelsea and Jim are transplants from Iowa to California. Their California neighbors invite them to a nude "welcome to the neighborhood party" but the modest Iowans aren't sure they can bare all. * The California sun was lazily rising above the mountain ridges in the Central Valley as Jim and Chelsea Jennings made breakfast in their new home in t...
After I broke up with Paul I needed a change of scene. He had been my first true relationship, we met at university, became lovers, spent all our hours together. But by the end of our final year something wasn't right between us. It was no longer exciting and we started to spend more and more time with our own friends and less and less time in each other's c...
If one was to look up the word "suburbia" in a dictionary there would simply be a picture of Chamberlain Close. It was indeed the very definition of middle class respectability, the sort of place where an unkempt front lawn would make one a social pariah. Range Rovers were dutifully washed every Sunday morning, Songs of Praise was watched every Sunday night...