"Last part of Written In Blood: Prelude. All my stories form a set, starting with Sara's Surprise."
Stopping at the door, she turned and with a thoughtful look, just said, “Maybe.” Then she was gone. And that was the last I saw of my twin sister, Jenny, for eight long weeks, until the first week in July,...
"Part one of a two part story."
Sunrise sizzled the morning dew that had settled on my bedroom window. In my arms, her once vibrant, naked body lay still and silent, bathed in warm dawn hues of pink and gold. Cold sweat dripped from her smooth skin,...
"Can be read as a stand-alone story, or as part of the set that begins with Sara's Surprise."
Beth’s leaving plummeted me back into the depths of teenage depression, leading me down a long, dark tunnel at which end no light could be seen. Not only had I lost the girl who had become my best friend, but...
"Can be read as a stand-alone story, or as part of the set that begins with Sara's Surprise."
Summer’s dying embers had given their last and been replaced by a September mist that painted the landscape with a layer of frost. Maybe a return to school, to normality, would be my salvation. These were the thoughts that came,...
"Follow-up to Sara’s Surprise and From the Sublime to the Surreal, both of which should be read first"
Cat-like eyes of yellow fire bore into me, as I stared down at the pale, almost translucent figure on her knees before me. It was a deathly face that stared back; one that knew my darkest secrets and my living...
"Follow-up to Sara’s Surprise, which should be read first for context – aunt Susan’s revenge"
Time slowed as the key turned in the front door, and nothing could be heard but the click of the latch opening. As the reality of the situation began to dawn, Juliet was the first to react. With a loud...
"Cousin Sara and friends educate a virgin"
At the age of sixteen, I was, like many a virgin, shy and somewhat sullen. Unlike the vast majority of my friends, I had not found a love. Vivid memories of that time, of how others seemed less awkward, still haunt me now. It would...