Have you ever been hypnotized by a force so powerful that it controls your every mental conception, your every thought??? Just imagine that you have lived your entire life thinking basic, fundamental thoughts and then all of sudden, out of a clear blue, you are blinded, and completely overwhelmed by a mind-paralyzing image. That is the reality that Walter M...
London 1883 Eleanor Blackstone was quite excited as she disembarked from the train and took her first glimpse of the great city she had heard about all her life. She was here at last, the here being the teaming platform of Paddington Station. The bustle, the noise, the new smells seemed to over power her senses; it was nothing like she imagined. She found h...
Eleanor Brigham looked out of the window of the detached mansion that was now hers in entirety, with a smug smile that echoed her contentment. Her eyes took in the clear air of the elevated township of Penkhull, and the grimy smoke of the potteries which swirled below it; the filth of an industry which had led to her late husband's wealth... and which was no...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * I had met Ben at a costumed Ball held by our local re-enactment group. They had been in existe...
Monday - Day 1: Training There was a lot to be said about the countryside and it's natural beauty. Most of it involved descriptors like 'boring', 'flat', 'bland' and Kim's personal favorite: 'quiet'. Having grown up on a quiet stretch of country road, the stillness was familiar in the way an old friend was. Unfortunately life had taken her away from wide o...
There he goes again kidding with me about my Catholic school up bring and the "Victorian" way I deal and talk about things. But he's wrong! He just doesn't know me that well. He doesn't know how his kidding makes me feel. It's like I want to prove to him that he's wrong. God since I got married 7 months ago I love sex. It seems I can't get enough. I'm making...
”I don’t know about this.” ”Come on, Maddy, I thought you were into all this creepy shit.” Maddy looked over at Julian and glared at him. He smiled back sweetly. Taking her hand, he pulled her onward again towards their destination. Everyone in the area knew the tales of Rokland Manor. It was a rickety old mansion, three stories tall, that had been slated...
I vouchsafe that of all the challenging cases the venerable Mr. Hoames has assayed to solve in the past years, the curious mystery of the Very Nice Gemstone was by far the most pleasurable. It is not often that Hoames and I can step from 228C Butcher Street on a crisp afternoon and return within hours with a case fully solved, and with some most unusual side...
"Doctor?" Clara said by rote. "Why are we at 13 Paternoster Row in 1893?" The Doctor looked up from a read-out on the TARDIS's console that did not do much more, in point of fact, but play Flappy Bird. "Now, that's hardly fair. When we weren't here ten minutes ago, you didn't ask why we weren't at 13 Paternoster Row in 1893." "It's just that we seem to c...
Even in the so-called liberal, rebellious 1960s, in the privileged, insular world where I grew up, there were certain barriers of social convention you did not cross. One of them was marrying outside our socio-economic/Christian faith, a taboo the family of Darby held close to sacred. My parents named me Penelope. I was a sixth generation Darby, people that...