So here it is…my latest attempt at bad erotica. Erotica so bad that I am strangely proud of it! I absolutely loved the Euph Off last time that Jane from Behind the Chintz Curtain hosted it so *of course* I was going to write something again this time around. And what better way to pay […]
Read more "The Spy who loved me…"‘Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.’ – Emily Dickinson On nights like this she loves to watch the morning break. Occasional glimpses through windows reveal an ever lightening sky, from deep midnight blues through pinkish greys to the brightness of dawn. Sunlight that she has seen easing over the horizon now blazes through the […]
Read more "Flash in the night: As one night ends…"Coming out tonight really wasn’t the best idea that she had ever had. It would be the first time that she had seen him in months and, although her heart wasn’t the aching wound that it once had been, this was going to test her healing scars. So far, it had been OK. The mutual […]
Read more "Flash in the night: Dance with me…"Working night shifts is strange, but I love it – people are different at 4am. More open, more honest. It creates a cameraderie amongst my colleagues that rarely occurs during the day. Nights are also strange because there are sometimes long periods of time with nothing to do. If no one is sick, there’s no […]
Read more "Flash in the night: In the bar…"There are hundreds of people here. Or at least it feels like it. There are certainly too many for this small bar. She knew that the half time queues were always horrendous, but this was something else! The bar staff sweat as they rush up and down, somehow managing to juggle orders and queues without […]
Read more "Crushed…"It was the gala event of the year, crowed the hyperbolic company email. An annual must attend social spectacular where the partners thanked them for the past year of work. Eddie was struggling to get into the celebratory spirit, but even he had to admit that they had put on quite a show. The ballroom […]
Read more "The stranger…"Horses sweat, men perspire, but women merely glow’ – Victorian proverb I was brought up to be a lady. Not a Stepford-esque housewife or other stereotype, but most definitely a lady. Always well put together, always graceful, always smiling serenely through adversity. And, as the proverb above suggests, ladies don’t sweat. Ladies never reveal such […]
Read more "Sweat…"Now, I do love a competition so it was a very easy decision to enter Oleander Plume’s competition, especially when the challenge was to pick from her brilliant list of story prompts. I am now even happier that I entered as I have very exciting news – Oleander is going to publish all the entries to her […]
Read more "What the butler saw…"Shielding my eyes briefly from the glare that shines through the train window, I try to ignore the persistent tingle of anticipation that has started burning under my skin and curling slowly into my gut. The heat from the summer sun is turning the carriage into a sauna, but I’m pretty certain that I’m feeling […]
Read more "Lunch break…"It’s just a spark,But it’s enough to keep me going…– Paramore, Last Hope The heat in the conference room was becoming oppressive. Flora sat at the table, desperately fighting to maintain her focus while the quiet hum of the projector combined with the sticky heat to make her eyelids heavy with sleep. A disagreement between […]
Read more "Picture this…"