Life as a British subject and research into navigable northern waterways, added to the command of English, made the editing contributions of Red_sky_reader not only masterful but also indispensable. Tremendous gratitude to blackRandi1958, winner of the 2017 editor of the year award, who not only fixed some errors but also added a bit of magic that will imme...
Author's Note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. ********** Peter Mordant, thirty-year-old Head of Production for Culpepper Electronics Ltd, was working late on Friday night and manfully resisted the urge to slam down the telephone; but he couldn't help swearing. "Fuck...
Highland Games (Part 2) ----------- Tuesday, 1 September ----------- It was another warm, sunny day and the trunks of the old oak trees cast crisp, black shadows along the path as Florence strolled towards her classroom after enjoying a late breakfast. "Morning, love! Enjoying the sunshine? What are you doing after work, eh?" She couldn't help glancing...
It starts with me sitting to watch (On British TV), the first full Post Mortem to be carried out on a human being in public in England since 'COURTS' – the department store - DIDN'T have a Sale advertised that "Must end Sunday." Apart from being shown to a live audience in the theatre, it was broadcast live on National Television. My particular interest wa...
The night was chilly and damp. I wasn't dressed for it but at first I hardly noticed the weather... I stood at a street corner in Chapeltown and, looking at my watch, I could see it was just past ten o'clock. I had a long night ahead of me. The cobbles shone wetly and black, with orange lights and streetsigns reflected in the puddles and mist haloing the str...
A twist on an old tradition, after a nativity celebration, then some cast changes. With much heartfelt gratitude to B. D., who helped me develop Barbara, aka Mother Mary Rufus "One, two three, four, five, six. . ." I grunted as I did my curls with five pound weights in the Recreation Room. It was the Monday before Christmas, and it was tough getting my wo...
3: Sister Catherine and the Cane. "By Jove," thought Reginald Biggs to himself, "Mrs. Pew doesn't half have a backside on her and no mistake." He put on his best smile as the lady in question came up to him with her world-weary husband in tow. The poor sod. Fancy having to service an old battleaxe like that week in and week out. No wonder he looked like he'...
It wasn't long after our sojourn in the hills that we got invited to our first formal social event together. Fortunately, it was nothing to do with work. Vicki had joined a local climbing club when she'd become single and along with that came a social scene. She'd become hooked on the outdoor pursuits through myself and Jim and had been determined to get bet...
A nautical romance of gender politics and the Flying Dutchman, as well as a short intermission in which the cast of characters perform a musical composition of their own devising. Having been some days in preparation, a splendid time is guaranteed for all. etc." I. ODD GIRLS AT SEA Getting laid while 3200 miles out at sea, especially somewhere in the icy d...
Chapter Three Introducing the Kings and Queens. Rosie, sighed to herself. Her day was not going as planned, she looked out the window of the bus she sat in. it had been a long week, Her breakdown the other week well it was a sign that she was either accepting her past or she was going insane. She didn't know which of the two it was. Her house had been dest...