T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house only Santa was stirring as quiet as a mouse. He came down the chimney and looked all around with a twinkle in his eye and his belly big and round. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and the tree was delightfully trimmed and prepared. He smiled at the gewgaws and little statuettes of el...
As soon as the door was closed Tracey dropped my overnight bag and throwing her arms around my neck she pulled me towards her, kissing me with an almost aggressive passion. My heart pounded and my stomach lurched as we fell onto each other with a hunger that surprised us both. We continued kissing for a very long time, savouring each other by taste, touch an...
Along the High Street of Norwich there is a small book shop, not one such as W.H.Smith or Waterstone's, but more of the kind that they used to be when they first started out. It only has a small frontage and caters for the more astute connoisseur of first editions and those hard to find tomes of obscure writers as well as providing the service of finding out...
Chapter 3 - A Party Surprise Downstairs Suzie and the other little girls were all running round the house excitedly playing 'pin the tail on the donkey'. Mrs Baxter calls Suzie over. 'Suzie I've a very special surprise for you. This is Molly. She's come to play with you.' I fiddle awkwardly with my ruffles and Suzie looks at me strangely some recognitio...
Pt. XIII: The Yellow Rose of Texas "So what's the scoop, Jorge?" asked Jack. "Ah, Senor Davis, it is a long story, 'er I mean scoop. Let me get you two dinner, and then I will tell all. What would you like?" Kim and Jack perused the menu. "I'll try something different, Jorge, not my usual. Love your orange roughy but let me have the Camarones Abuelito Ti...
The story of Jacob Hightower continues. Please read chapter 1 to follow the flow and story line. Constructive comments, critiques, and emails are appreciated. ******************** Chapter Two Jake was at the stable at 6 AM. He saddled his horse and going to the locked tack room got two additional pistols and a three of boxes of 45 caliber shells to t...
Santa sat pondering his list of good or bad boys and girls. Age never mattered to Santa; all of us are boys and girls to this jolly old man. This time of year, Christmas, was hard for him. The easy decisions were already made, and the hard cases were still left to be pondered and fussed over. So many hurting souls, he had to bring some glimmer of happiness.....
Saturday evening, Christmas Eve A squeal from the counter took the attention of them both, they turned as one to see the fat tea lady rush over to congratulate them. Romantic occasions such as this belonged to swanky restaurants under candlelight and the sound of violins, these moments were in short supply for dingy tea rooms next to a shabby commuter tube...
The last in the series, there are a few things about the series I am not totally happy with. If anyone feels like helping me with some editing please let me know. In particular, I would like help in developing how different characters express themselves so they are not so samey. * The first time I saw him, he made me cry my eyes out and we hadn’t even spok...
((Special thanks to J Swafford for creating the Body-Shifters premise. This is a self-contained story, but it might help to read J Swafford's Body-Shifters first.)) please direct hate mail to the address in my profile. * It was difficult to say which of them was more foolish. The hitch-hiker or the guy who picks her up? These days, either or both could be...