After bathing together the brothers start to wrestle as Archie tickles and teases Leo. They end up on the floor with Archie on top of Leo. The winner demands his prize and takes Leo back into the bathroom to shave off all his body hair.
I wrote this story back in 2006. It is a kind of supernatural story about a guy who could ‘astral travel’. I really like this story and thought it could easily become a series, the possibilities are endless.
I wrote this specifically for bookpuppy.co.uk (a now-defunct story website). They were holding a competition and this story was one of three runners-up and I was given a 6-month subscription to the website. I also submitted some of my other stories.
Again, while reading it again it is showing its age. I no longer prepare lever arch files but they all tend to be electronic now and so when the auditors arrive I tend to hand over a memory stick.
Hi Folks. Just to keep you up to date, my novella is now officially a novel. It is now coming to a conclusion and so now all the self-doubt is starting to kick in. Is it good enough? Does the story make sense? Does the story grip the reader enough for them to read until the end?
I really hate this part!
I also hate endings. I think I’m crap at writing endings. This is only the second novel I’ve ever started to write. The first one was many years ago and was a sci-fi novel. I never finished it. That same self-doubt made me abandon it.
I hope to have it all wrapped up by the end of the week and then the editing starts. I have deliberately not gone back and read over what I have written so I can keep the flow and the story moving. I just hope it is worthy when I start to read it again and sort out all the bad spelling and typos from my less than accurate typing. Wish me luck!
I’m not sure how to release my novel. My current thinking is to put it on Kindle and then perhaps highlight a few of the more erotic chapters on Screeve. But I don’t want the readers of Screeve to have to pay to read it, so I may do something special for you guys so you can get hold of a copy. Tell me what you think.
If this goes well I do have another idea for a novel.
All you regular readers know that I suffer from depression and most of my vignettes are written either when I’m falling into a period or just coming out. This was written many years ago and delves into what I feel or don’t feel when under the grip of depression.
I’m getting round to putting my previous writing back on the website and I do find it strange when I re-read these vignettes. There is something familiar yet alien about them.
I’m in a good place at the moment and this just reminds me to hang on to how I am feeling right now for as long as I can.
If you know anyone that suffers from depression, please be understanding. They may continually push you away, but that is a symptom of the condition. Be there for them. Be understanding and be kind. There may be very little you can do when they are in the depths of there depression, but you can make sure you are still there when they come out of it.
This was a haiku I wrote many years ago after I went to visit my grandmother in the hospital. She was in a geriatric ward with five other very old ladies. The sight had a profound effect on me, it appeared that they were all just waiting for death.
A bay of six beds
Aged occupants lie and sit, still
A living morgue