Saturday, 10 January 2015

"A great book to read when on holiday."

They're all foreigners abroad | Travel / Humorous
"If anybody is an expert on Brits antics abroad then that person is Stuart Wright. The author's life experiences are in full bloom in this offering of diverse, funny stories. His A to Z of recollections and anecdotes range from mildly amusing to hilarious. You are bound to recognize yourself in there somewhere. (I hate to say this but  I am one of those people who go online to check my emails; and yes I do miss my dog when I'm on holiday abroad.) The author also offers sound advice along the way and his post comments admirably round off each jocular entry. You will find Stuart's wit relentless as his humour spills from the pages. It is quite an achievement to write so much that is so funny. The best side-splitting entry for me came under 'Squeaky mattresses . . .' Nuff said! A great book to read when on holiday."

A review by Peter Hodgson, Author of Crime Novels

Friday, 9 January 2015

A Reluctant Recruit: Weapon Training, Marksmanship and attempted Murder

Genre: Biography / War History

A further fall of snow, this time substantial, had placed a soft, white mantle over the scene when we peered through the window at the first sound of ‘Reveille’ the following morning.
On Sundays, there was no mad scramble to get outside before Halliday turned up. The bugle call was a formality to mark the raising of the flag. We recruits, worn out by the rigours of the preceding week were permitted the luxury of a ‘Lie in’ normally followed by a day spent cleaning up the billet and our kit in preparation for ‘Bull Night’ on Monday and kit inspection on Tuesday morning.
Today, however, would be a little different. We, together with three other selected flights, would be attending compulsory Church Parade at 10:00. The service was to be conducted by the Commanding Officer, a creature of great importance and rarely seen.
The parade was to be assembled by the SWO assisted by the flight corporals.

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Many a revolution has been borne on the wings of a book

Reading can Transform your Life

Paul left school with absolutely no qualifications, he was in and out of prison like a yo-yo. He was basically going no where fast, his life was pointless—like a broken pencil. The future looked bleak. The last time Paul was in prison he was given a job helping in the prison library. Surrounded by books he reckoned this might be his chance to improve his life and his reading. He began gradually; reading adventure books. At first reading was simply a means of escape to places far beyond the four walls of his miserable  prison surroundings, but before long he couldn't get enough of those books, the stories gave him so much hope and a sense of encouragement. This was really his first step to breaking out of the cycle of going in and out of prison. When he got out of prison he did several menial jobs, then he started his own business, got married, went to college, studied for a degree and later became a published author of a series of children’s books which are popular in schools. It was a long and difficult road for Paul Lloyd but the turning point came for him when he began to read in that prison library many years ago.

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Revenge on a plate

In All Probability | Fiction: Short Stories
by Steve Morris

“Please don’t let ‘em go mister.”
My wife screamed “No. For God’s sake, No!” from the upstairs window.
I didn’t reply. I was literally seconds away from seeing a lot of blood.
I had waited a long time for it. It was what I had prepared for. They were the ones. I could recognise them from the police descriptions.
I just wanted them torn to red ribbons. My two central right fingers holding the Dobermans’ chain were nearly broken. The Terrier leash I had wrapped around my middle. It was getting difficult to breathe.
One of the Dobermans was almost there. He reached out at them with his beautiful front incisors.  One of the burglars was by then visibly urinating.
I had convinced myself I would do it ever since that time we got burgled.
I was still in control. I did not have to go through with it even then.

Tuesday, 6 January 2015


Captain Damnation and Other Strange Tales | Fiction / Short Stories
by Harry Riley

‘…within a few minutes he had poured out the sorry tale of his dismissal as an inept and bumbling constable in the police force…’

It was a boiling hot summer’s day as Osborn Lucky walked dejectedly away from the police station. His naturally cheerful countenance wore a frown as he considered his options. He’d just been sacked, in a loud and humiliating manner by his boss, following a series of blunders, culminating in his latest disaster which had wrecked a carefully planned, joint operation, with the Custom’s Authorities and wasted hundreds of man-hours. Osborn was a big clumsy-wild eyed Irishman and had been nicknamed ‘Born Lucky’ for as long as he could remember. At this moment though he felt far from lucky, in fact he felt just about as low as he had ever been.

Sunday, 4 January 2015

Wishing Book: Prologue - PLANET MARS 1999

Wishing Book | Children
by Grahame Howard

Zezmatas was feeling happy with himself as he was transported to Planet Earth. He was well thought of by Zelmut, the Chief and Highness of the Martians on Planet Mars. He had been specially selected and trained to go on a mission to Planet Earth to locate and retrieve the little red wishing book which at the moment was known to be in the hands of the Armaz family on the Island of Tenerife in The Canary Islands.
It had come to the attention of Zelmut that this book had the power to grant wishes to whoever was holding the book. It had been given to a member of the Armaz family, word by word in a dream and his family had been given great wealth.
Zelmut had learned about this from the Leoxostone, a volcanic gemstone in his kingdom, and he wanted the book so that he could fulfil his dream and rule over the whole universe. The Leoxostone had revealed that the book was in the hands of the Armaz family in Los Christianos, in South Tenerife. It was probably at their home but he could not be sure of this.

Saturday, 3 January 2015

The Coffin Maker | Crime Detective Suspense

The Coffin Maker
by James McCarthy

‘Ah-ah, that was a sore one.’ He hit his knee on the revolver stuck with duct tape to the underside of the dash when he reached forward for the remote control to open the gates. He should move that pistol somewhere else, but it wouldn’t be as easy to grab when he needed it.
This gun, a Glock 17 had a reputation for reliability, and it was a hell of a lot better than his previous gun which he bought in England as a deactivated firearm. A dodgy gunsmith in Dublin fitted a new firing pin, and that restored it to working order. It didn’t come with any safety guarantees, and he was sure one day it would blow up in his face. He was glad to be rid of it.
It was near midnight, and it had been a long drive in the hearse back to the island, although he had some luck on this trip, the customs officer didn’t search the coffin.

Friday, 2 January 2015

Until He Saw Her Face | Short Stories

Be Seated—Short Stories For The Smallest Room
by John White

Harry had arrived at Waterloo Station in plenty of time for his umpteenth blind date, the fourteenth to be exact. First impressions meant a great deal to him, so he’d learned early on to position himself a short distance from the agreed meeting place and observe the person who was to be his possible companion for the next few hours. Possible, because on more than one occasion, as soon as he’d caught sight of his contract for the day, he’d decided she wasn’t for him and had made a hurried retreat. Harry was a coward in this respect and he knew it. This kind of ungentlemanly  conduct had forced him to change dating agencies several times. Having his kind on their books was not good for any company image. Still, as a man of means, Harry could afford to be choosy. He would keep spending his money until the woman of his dreams came along. She had to be out there somewhere. He’d treated this latest venture in the same off-handed manner, until, that is, he saw her face.

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Forbidden | Historical Fiction

by Victoria Hinton

The cool water rippled out towards the edge of the lake and rolled gently on to the sides. Duncan looked up as he finished tying the laces on his boots. Someone else was in the woods with him, swimming in the moonlight. He moved quietly along the bank, staying hidden within the trees as he looked out into the waters.
The lake was nestled in a small clearing in the woods and the full moon shone brightly down casting a silver light onto the waters. Duncan held his breath as he saw a female figure swimming naked. He knew he should not be watching, but being a nineteen-year-old man he found it impossible to look away.
Suddenly the young lady stood up in the water, revealing her body down to her waist. Duncan swallowed hard as he looked at her round, firm breasts, the nipples covered by the thick, dark hair which hung over her shoulders. He felt himself becoming deeply aroused as he traced her slim waistline, the curves of her breasts and up her slender neck to her face. There his eyes stopped, froze. She was beautiful but he had known that for a long time now.