A portrayal of the human desire for love against class, culture and abuse

It didn’t take her long to realise that she’d been duped, this skinny child who wore the stench of neglect like a dog in heat wears the aroma of readiness.

Anthem for the kithchen porters of the world

This is the first two chapters of the book I keep on mentioning in my journal. George Owen is a young man bored with 1914 life. Things need to change for him and soon.

What does mean mean? Mean means mean thats what mean means!

A meeting with a medium changes a life

A LITTLE BIT OF REVENGE

An eye opener
Strong Language - might offend

Wincy Worm wants to be beautiful. She wants to have a beautiful coat.........will she get one?

A short journey into one kind of madness

Under the pressure of persecution you start running and you keep on running, surviving how you can, until you can run no more.


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Amy is a worker ant who never works...........but how long will she get away with it?

He's never experienced anything like this in his life! How does he feel?

What would happen if you could phone yourself?

Game plan is my third novel, I've finally put' Devil' and 'leap' to bed. This is a psychological thriller centered round a group of young suicides. Davie meets a girl, he likes her but all is not as it seems. when he thinks he's been asked out on a date he discovers that he has been granted membership to an exclusive 'club' all of the members have siblings 'murdered' through suicide. At first he thinks it's a religious cult of some kind, but he soon finds out the real purpose of the group is far more sinister.

David's past won't quit. So he decides to quit his past. Permanently.

"Shopping," announced Lowri sweetly, her toothy smile engulfing the screen, "is fast becoming Europe's number one leisure activity..."

New recruit at an advertising agency shows an uncanny knack for predicting the future......

Doris told Peter to wait a while ...

Charley had always had trouble with his teeth . . .

A story with no plot.

Sal had a new client, a young man. Her workload was already stretched but she couldn’t turn this one down, he promised to be quite a challenge.

George Mitchell gets a taste for something new

It is always difficult to say goodbye, but when it is the last one........

Are famously beautiful women truly beautiful? Do the constantly changing conventions of beauty create grotesques
which go unnoticed?

Descriptive piece. Where can time take a woman who has known a little eminence, a moment of triumph?

Descriptive piece. Nothing more than the title suggests.

He arrived towards the tail end of the afternoon, almost the early evening, streetlights flickering on, struggling up the darkening stairs with his bags, breathless with the effort.

A woman on the edge........

Through the eyes of a child.

T’was beauty killed the beast, or at least that’s the way the saying goes.

You say you want to make love to me (or with me) in spite of my missing hand.

It was after his third successive failed suicide attempt that Joseph truly began to believe he was immortal.

What's the minimum number of words it takes to change a life?

Warning: contains two swear words.

An attempt to capture the essence of a perfect day. Hopefully accessible to non-climbers

Alice gets grown up and strange stuff happens...part one... maybe

The machine eats my ticket; I pass through the barrier towards the head of the escalator, joining the throng that feeds itself carefully onto the falling treads to glide, motionless, down the long sloping shaft.

A Science lesson involving Alternate Universes, a student who doesn't know what a Trekkie is, and...well, you'll find out. True story! Except for, well, the end.

Death on the road brings death on the road.

My wife wants a dog. She says I don’t show her enough affection.

Get it here, but only if you really want it.

A fictional account of a (in some parts of the world) very real punishment. May be disturbing/offensive.
I'd like to thank those who helped me with it - you know who you are!

This was orginally written as a hissyfit, two years ago, but was never submitted. I couldn't find a home for satire, so I'm placing this in the poetry section. (Being from the U. S., I plead ignorance if this is a mistake.)

One good turn . . .

Lost and found.

When trouble lurks behind the cooling fan…

Computing involves knowing small bits of information that are totally useless in any other field.

She sat on a high stool with her arms resting on the tacky surface of the once polished bar.

Maisy couldn’t wait to get her pocket money.

The crash was a death knell, a most undignified and painful passing.