by Pete Hood
“You bastard." Lily didn't shout, but spoke quietly, in a kind of shock. For the moment, she could think of nothing else to say, and she repeated the word a few times, as if it were a mantra: "Bastard, bastard, bastard," as if the chant could somehow reverse what had been done, the intimacy that was anathema to her.
Fully dressed now, Martin was giving orders. "Chris, take her uniform and fly it from the flagpole, like we planned. We're going to be legends for this. Rest of you, let's get her back to my room."
Still naked, with her hands still tied, and the press of bodies making it impossible for her to kick, Lily was infuriatingly defenceless as she was half-manhandled, half carried down the stairs. Martin had claimed her as his own, but three other opportunistic pairs of hands were everywhere on her body, stroking, tickling, playfully squeezing.
“You dirty sods, keep your filthy paws to yourselves!" she gasped. Martin smiled.
“Don't worry, you'll be all mine soon enough."
Back outside at last, she blinked in the sudden glare of the sun. Her bike lay discarded; it seemed like a relic of a lost age, an age… read more
by Pete Hood
Martin ignored the phone. Perhaps he didn't even hear it. He placed a hand on Lily's belly, the tip of one finger resting in her navel. Her flesh was impossibly sensitive, and his touch caused shock waves of sensation. She jerked convulsively, swearing and yelling at him, but the hand stayed defiantly where it was, while the mobile rang on, insistent as a crying baby.
“Shit, that bloody phone," one of the others said. Martin walked over to the discarded dress and took the mobile from the pocket.
“Give that to me now!" Lily told him. Martin looked down at the phone, and it stopped ringing, as if cowed into silence.
“It was somebody called Paul. He's left a message."
“Let me tell you about him," Lily snarled. "He's big and he's got a very nasty temper. You don't want him finding out about this. So let me go now and we'll forget it happened." She hoped she sounded convincing; Paul really wasn't a fighter, it was his gentleness that was part of the attraction.
“Let's hear what this hard man's got to say." Martin pressed buttons and Paul's voice filled the room.
“Lily, on your way home can… read more
by Pete Hood
For a split second, Lily was too shocked to react. Then she struggled like a maniac, twisting and writhing to free herself. She saw now what had happened. Three more boys had been waiting behind the door, and they had rushed her. Two them had dived for her legs. The third was holding one of her arms. The blond boy, the one who'd been outside, held her other wrist.
She was strong and stocky, and any one of the youths wouldn't have been able to hold her. Even now she managed to get one of her arms free for a moment, only to have it caught by the boy who'd been feigning injury. She was yelling with rage, but her ambushers had chosen their spot well - the thick walls of the tower, and its height, meant her voice wouldn't be heard outside. In the struggle, her surgical scissors fell out of her uniform pocket and went clattering across the floor.
She forced herself to think clearly, to assess the situation as her nurse training had taught her to do. Struggling was only wasting energy. She stopped.
The injured boy retrieved the scissors and put them in his own… read more
by Pete Hood
For some time, I've been putting chapters of a story called "Souvenirs" on this site. I've decided for the time being to pull the plug on that project. (It seems to be the fate of most novels on writers' sites and workshops!) Frankly I don't think I'm able to do justice to so many characters.The whole thing has just run out of steam.
So I've deleted it, and I'm starting this instead. There are only 2 main characters (one of them borrowed from "Souvenirs") so I think I have a more realistic chance of actually finishing it! And it will be shorter anyway. Sorry if this note seems self-important: but some people here have been very helpful in their reviews of the chapters, and I thought I owed them an explanation.
NATURAL ENEMIES
CHAPTER 1
“That was the shift from hell," said staff nurse Lily Harris as the doors of the hospital ward swung shut behind her. She pointed at her blue uniform frock. "I can't wait to get home, get out of this sweaty rag and have a long soak in the bath."
Janet, her best friend, a nursing auxiliary, nodded as they walked down the corridor.… read more
by Dee1502
Unawatuna. The beaches of romance. The still waters offer lovers the cool embrace of a friend revisited and the warmth of a smile. Walking as the sun sets, a lone boat, footprints in the sand. Memories. The night. The awakening, of a newer sexuality of man and woman. Of the caramel liquid on his breath. The bed, the cockroach in the garden, the tree swaying in the breeze. Do not think of the scrambled eggs and coffee in the morning, just this moment now. The white wooden door closes and I look up from the book I read. You stand there. I watch you. Two individuals, nervous but it will feel so right.
Making love.
Making love like we have no tomorrow. Making love like the words we speak to one another, the plan, the trip, you and I. Making love like the love starved people we are. Making love and showing each other how good we can be together, at least, for one night.
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by golden
If I have one vice, it is that I enjoy playing the odd game of poker on the Internet, along with all that that entails. Usually, I play when my children are safely tucked up in bed, and my husband has staggered upstairs after kissing me on the cheek and asking me not to be too long.
I don’t play for money. I’m sure that I’d loose and would probably get addicted. I play to wind down, to relax and to meet people. With some, I find I have nothing in common, and we do not speak again; with others, I find they are a little brash, a little obvious, and I tend to discourage further conversation; and then there are those who chat casually but who I know are interested: they, I encourage. I ask them questions; I comment of their hands; I talk to them about shared interests; and above all, I make sure they know when I plan to return to the tables.
I try to meet my Internet friends one at a time. If I see more than one person that I know, I tend to give my apologies and leave. I do not want… read more
by Charlissa
I close my eyes and you come into focus
I can hear your anticipating breath and my heartbeat increases
I reach carefully to stroke your fingers, moving delicately up your arm, over your chest, avoiding eye contact as I blush deeply
I know what we both want, but I want to take my time and enjoy you.
This can't be rushed.
I feel your pounding heart under my shaking hand and smile as a thrill rips up your spine making you shudder under my touch. My glance into your eyes caught me off guard as we smile and lean in.
Your hands find the small of my back and pull me closer
I offer no resistance as you pause hesitantly with our lips so close I can feel your breath on my tongue
We both linger for a moment longer until the need is too great, you close the miniscule distance
Sweeping us into a torrent of pleasure
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by Charlissa
My silk scarf falls silently to the floor next to your chair, virtually unnoticed by either of us, the first victim
Standing inches from you I realize six buttons of my blouse are undone, your hands are eager
You pull me closer, intoxicated by my perfume and anticipation
My skin is soft velvet and exhilarated as your lips move masterfully, meticulously over everything exposed
My hair that was once pulled up tightly now falls gently tangled around us kissing wildly, fiercely, recklessly
My entire body tingles and surges as your hands gently trace down my silhouette
Thousands of book stare endlessly on as you caress first my calf following up my curves to push my pencil skirt dangerously high
One leg now straddles yours as I move less restrained
Any interruption now would be blasphemy
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by Tom Goulding
He felt the currents of time fragment and rearrange themselves in a non-linear equation that the most complex technologies of mankind could only describe through debatable hypothesis. The waves rolled back; gravitational distortion plunging him further into undetermined territory. A swimming sensation clutched his body with stubborn intensity, as if his weightless mass of inconsequential blood, hair, skin and bones were conspiring to achieve the transitional process of the relentless tide.
Suddenly, a thousand, burning sparks ascended through his strangely euphoric experience with frightening determination, jolting his consciousness like a naïve hare that shudders sporadically in the grim ultra-realities of the snare. He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling and breathed heavily, twisting on his side. His body met the smooth, familiar hourglass of her figure, silhouetted in the dwindling starlight that peered through the coarse curtains.
For a time he watched the graceful movement of her back as she slowly exhaled, and then kissed her tentatively on the nape of her neck.
“Are you awake?” he whispered patiently.
She replied with an enthusiastic murmur and rolled over to greet his frightful expression. He gently held a finger to her lips before she could voice her concerns and… read more
by Michelle678
I wrote this several months ago, forgot about it, revamped it today.
*any relation to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental*
What I Couldn't See
Ed came out of the house, put his hoodie over his lovely chestnut brown hair and began walking to the station. Tom was coming round and he'd said he'd meet him. They'd been taking more and more the last few weeks, mostly about their band. Ed was feeling very comfortable with this new partnership and it seemed to him Tom was too. The train pulled into the station and people began departing it, each to their own way. Tom was close to last, his blonde hair shone in the sun and he had a big smile plastered on his face as he came to greet him. They hugged and Tom immediately wanted to go to the pub. This was not unusual, so off they went to The Eagle, it had the best onion rings in town.
Ed asked Tom about his week and he started talking about Nancy. He was sorry he'd asked, Nancy was nice but for some reason Ed felt a bit of jealousy there. He didn't even know… read more
by James1588
I'm okay. This is a joke, it can't be real, we were just together, arguing over who would pay for dinner. He was fine. I was fine.
"Mr Faustner, are you their?"
"…...yes…I'm on my way"
What more can I say, How else am I to react, I have always been the logical one the one who done what needed to be done, He would tell me it scared him how Vulcan I could be sometimes.
Not now, all I can do is sit here on the edge of my bed staring at my baby blue walls counting the circles in the paper. 726 I count on the south wall I turn my head to face the east wall and start again…1...2...3...I rise from my bed and look at the clock abandoning the wall. 00:58, 14 minutes have passed since I took that call. The call that, as I look back was the beginning of the rest of my life!
BAM!
My brain kicks in.
Before I get a chance to think about the time I wasted and that because of it I may be too late, I am already opening the car door. The door that normally is frozen… read more
I was sitting in my badly lit room, with a glass of red wine, smoking my tenth cigarette of the day. I had already finished a bottle, and I was into my second bottle of Pinot Noir. Jean-Dominique Bauby’s celebrated novel was in front of me half open, half read. I wanted to savour every word of that tortured man, so magnificently written, so immaculately described. In my drunken haze, I had let my mind wander off to that great city of lights Paris, picturing Seine, strolling around the Luxembourg Garden, visiting Oscar Wilde in Pere Lachaise Cemetery and telling him that he was right about Love; when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, appeared this small butterfly, coloured with the same splendour of a rainbow. It circled my room a few times, getting a feel for the place, seeing everything so familiar and unbearable to me, anew and fascinating. I watched it in amazement, bewildered by the fact that no window was open in our small house, and I had the curtains drawn as I had come to despise sunlight.Yet, this papillon had appeared in my room. In my room which smelt of melancholy and despair, in which… read more
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Martin ignored the phone. Perhaps he didn't even hear it. He placed a hand on Lily's belly, the tip of one finger resting in her navel. Her flesh wa…
For a split second, Lily was too shocked to react. Then she struggled like a maniac, twisting and writhing to free herself. She saw now what had hap…
For some time, I've been putting chapters of a story called "Souvenirs" on this site. I've decided for the time being to pull the plug on that proje…
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I close my eyes and you come into focus I can hear your anticipating breath and my heartbeat increases I reach carefully to stroke your fingers, movin…
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He felt the currents of time fragment and rearrange themselves in a non-linear equation that the most complex technologies of mankind could only desc…
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