HAIL HORUS; VANQUISHER OF ABOMINATIONS

My sister told me a joke called Elfin the Dragon slayer and I thought it would make a great story.

In the Bulgarian spa resort the passion in the gypsy band's music finds an unexpected echo in Millena's heart. Continuation of previous postings.

Another Carver imitation. Prudish male with a shrewish wife avoids being drawn into an open relationship with another couple

Familiar subject matter but I had to tackle it, after coming up with the initial premise. A shut-in is hounded by the constant barrage of old songs from the flat next door, slowly becoming obsessed to the point of insanity... A dark tale with some bad language. Sorry about the lack of originality, but hopefully will make for an entertaining read!

A ritual for the sacrifice begins, but will Nessa get to her niece in time?

This is in memory of someone I used to know, although it is fiction. I hope he's okay. 1,940 words.

Part 2 of 2 for this chapter. Now Kaela has been transported to a different place, where she becomes the only thing that Jamie needs to complete his salvation. I have spaced out the paragraphs for easier reading.

“Dan, is there any truth to the rumor that you have a way with the weather?”

A 'rabbit' is a wonderful creation...Part Two next Friday

Alice was 35 and this was her first trip abroad. Little did she know what experiences awaited her in Paris, the city where all good Americans go when they die!

One success goes to his head and he thinks everything he writes is a 'bombshell' which leads to a dramatic downturn in his fortunes and the fortunes of his family. Will 'Uncle' come to his rescue?

Some things are not as they seem.

This was my piece for the p/p flash last Wednesday the prompt word was engery. It's a sort of mini monologue.

Kaela is transported to a different world, in which she experiences a terrible encounter. This chapter has been separated into 2 parts (part 2 is to come shortly) due to its length.

Shriley arrives in Israel in the mid-seventies and Israel is never the same again.

comical reference to death, secret, lurv .... it's all here!

A short story in the style of Raymond Carver. A man and his wife hold a terminal discussion one hot, oppressive night.

At a spa resort in Bulgaria, Millena's friends are drooling over the drop-dead gorgeous detective from the CIS, Unfortunately,he only seems interested in the floating corpse of Millena's sister, Elena. (Continues previous postings)

Warning: This piece - from a script I still intend to market - created a furore when I used it in my cross-cultural communication class at university. But only amongst some of the students; others loved it - as, I think, the Dean must have. It is, of course, intented to provoke. The film is itself about terrorism. Enjoy it - or hate it!

When the English tourist, Angela Tomkins, seduces an Israeli lifeguard, she gets more than she bargained for and less than she wanted.

My submission to andrea's flash/poetry challenge last week - called FROGS - this week its called ENERGY if you fancy having a go :)

Likely to leave a stale taste in the mouth...

I noticed a competition for the most "unstageable" sitcom & came up with this piece of nonsense, which is definitely unstageable. Parachutes, gherkins, gorillas, a tree in Hyde Park & the Japanese Synchronised Swimming Team. And Toni Basil of course.

Will he break through the dark beauty's reserve or will she remain impenetrable? Does she hide a dark secret? If anyone can reach her heart, it has to be Jonny, the young psychiatrist.

I wrote this a while back and have recently finished fiddling about with it. Anything else I can change? It's set in my town of Allcombe and uses one of Griff's characters.

Written for a challenge on another site.

Nessa learns about the strange land of Epra, where Kaela is being held, and the torture that Jamie is handing out to her and Louise becomes increasingly worse.

My apologies for not being around for a while. I have decided to turn the Imp character into something a bit longer and possibly more commercial. My aim is to get 25k words. Any help/observations will be much appreciated. This is a draft of the first 3 short chapters.

Follows Prologue posted on the 8th. Millena continues to be haunted by her sister. When she goes for a walk with her friend, they bump into the Mafia boss who was the last person they'd seen Elena with alive.

Nessa's aunt sets out to save Kaela but needs the help of a trusted ally.

Follows on from excerpt posted 25th July. Suzanne arrives at her new combat unit in Afghanistan, but must now gain the respect of her comrades. The patrol repulses an attack, and obtains surprising information. But can it be trusted? The piece also introduces Suzanne's future controller in British Intelligence, Gergana.

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Munky Nutz - “They’re not big and they’re not clever. They’re just Munky Nutz”.

Just a few overheard snippets from the wonderful world of entertainment.

This has been modified to take account of the comments made by len and sirat. Thanks guys! This is the prologue to The Bulgari Connection, of which a later chapter was posted on the 14th July. Doughnut.

This is another story that I read out at this year's UKAlive. It's meant to be spoken in a strong working class Belfast accent. It may not work so well on the printed page. It was written at the last UKAway and is in the chapbook of that event.

Kaela finds herself in a different world.

This is the one I read out at this year's UKAlive. It was designed to be read aloud so I don't know how well it will work on the printed page.

This started off as homework for my writing class in June, which was only supposed to be 800 words long, but I got carried away as my ideas grew. A little ambitious - probably, but thought I'd give it a whirl and see where it took me. This is the end result. It's taken me weeks to finish with different things going on here. I've edited and gone over it as much as I can, but as it's now 4.22am I'm word blind and tired - Goodnight/Good morning. :S

From now on, I will be uploading this story in 1-chapter segments. Please note that this story is still not perfect, even though it is my 3rd draft of it. I hope you enjoy regardless.

Another entry for Tina's wednesday challenge. The Word Was Whip

Kaela runs for her life and eventually has a couple of weird discoveries.

The final instalment of my semi autobiographical story. Below is a translation of the poem which appears towards the end. Lost Freedom – Twice I saw her at the window/ A face so sad and lonely/It scares me/My hand reaches towards her/She’s gone/I’ve lost her/The part of me longing for freedom

second in a series of stories ...