Certificate 12

Ages 12 and up

Liberation (Paradise Lost)

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The liberations of the 1960’s and 1970’s brought increased expectation for personal quality of life, in personal life, leisure, and at work. A...

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (53) The Gentle Giant and the Chalet Maid (Part 02)

As he crouched down to pick up a chest of drawers she undid one of the braces and chuckled as the bib flopped over. She hoped it would provoke some physicality from him, she hoped it wasn’t too subtle, but she couldn’t do what she actually wanted to do which was to reach her arms around his neck and snog him, and so she had to play games instead.

Rebirth

In long forgotten graveyards earths darkness rests so still, no rainbows arch deep down where personal treasures can be found, those misty memories...

A Precarious Clowder

Cats and catastrophies.

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (53) The Gentle Giant and the Chalet Maid (Part 01)

Aaron Keller was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels. But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Toni Kendall. They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.
Cherry

"The Trouble with Magical Beings" (A Fantasy) Chapter 10

The Stallion led them through a maze of bushes that were so high they couldn’t see right or left and they hoped they were going the right way. They...

Mornington-By-Mere – (81) A Rude Awakening

Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
Cherry

"The Trouble with Magical Beings" Chapter 9 (A Fantasy)

“Grab them,” Granite ordered his robot army to capture the invaders and Daniel, Naia and Jenny had no time to run before they were firmly held in the...

Mornington-By-Mere – (80) Mum will be back soon

Mornington-By-Mere is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.

Eagerly awakening

As it always seems to be. Reality constantly bites my dreams into pieces, she grinds them like paper pulp. Because my ideas are not steadfast enough...