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My parents brought us up knowing the value of money. We weren’t deprived of anything we wanted, we just had to save up for it. When I was fourteen, I...

Hair today. Hopefully not gone tomorrow. Crowning glory, luscious locks, Rapunzel’s saviour, Samson’s downfall. To cut, colour, curl and comb, to...

“It is now.” Lore lifted their hands, letting their shackles fall to the floor. One of their arms was considerably thinner than the other. It was...

When I was twenty three, I almost qualified to be a veterinary nursing assistant. I had the theory down but work experience just wasn’t what I had...

A vip under caution... Image made by me form PD elements in Canva.

When Mary was finding a place in the basket on Regn's arm to fit a purple mushroom like a small frisbee, Regn moved at last, "PERFECT" . They went...

I see love on her face eyes embedded in skin as a bouquet of caring full of passion. Age is not really seen as she smiles with natural teeth- do turn...

Believe it or not, I wrote this as part of Nanowrimo 2007. This is Chapter One. A then near future dystopic policier where smoking was completely banned, like prohibition for liquor. You'll probably find this a bit dull, but by chapter three or four I think it has a bit of pull. Maybe I'll post those too. Here is the blurb from when I self-pubbed it badly at Bubok Prohibition: not booze, fags. Ray and Harry get wind of a lorry-load of illegal cigarettes and decide to hi-jack it at the point of delivery. Just outside Parliament. Ray and Harry recognise one of the customers. It's the Home Secretary. What can they do? A slightly revised version will be available on smashwords, eventually.

Her Daddy playing music upon his violin for older folk in Home of Care … and gently tap their feet and smile remembering past days … she scampered, pirouetted round to her Daddy’s latest tune. …‘Can we ask the dancing girl again to visit us?!