May 15, 2012


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September 1, 2014

The Honeymoon

War looms and a couple look back.

by Jane Fairweather

It was late on a Sunday and it was towards the end of July 1914. The possibility of war might be in the headlines, but the young English couple were here in Paris for their honeymoon. The Frenchman was gabbling what Jennifer Franklin (who had so recently been Jennifer Ashton) took to be felicitations on their marriage, which was little more than twenty-four hours old, but seemed years ago and in a faraway land, though it had only been in a village church in Kent, which was scarcely that far away from this little hotel in Paris, where her husband seemed rather well known. George was responding in his very good French, which was what you would expect of an English naval attache in France, which had been the appointment that had persuaded her family to cease their objections to the marriage. Her own command of the language was slight in the extreme; she could just about recite the present tenses of  etre and avoir and aller and she knew chez nous meant ‘our house’ and fermez la fenetre meant ‘shut the window’, but she could barely read French and she had never heard the language spoken before.
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August 31, 2014

Caught with the Evidence

A girl is set up deliberately to get her into trouble. By a new writer to us.

By Mike Preston

Amy Windsor, an attractive seventeen year old blue eyed brunette, a month away from her eighteenth birthday, was five feet seven inches tall, her hair reaching to her shoulders and curling slightly outwards at the bottom, she stood, rather uncomfortably, at the front of the Headmasters desk. The Deputy Head, Miss Winters, who was also Amy’s form mistress, was standing to Amy’s left. A stern-looking dark-haired lady in her early fifties, Miss Winters stood five feet nine inches tall and always held a dignified posture. She was very well respected by everyone at the school. It was normal policy for the Head Girl, Helen Watson, to also attend on these occasions. Helen stood at five feet eight, she was of slim build, had short blonde hair and green eyes. She was very intelligent and also well respected. It was just after 4pm on a Friday afternoon.
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August 30, 2014

Seeing Mr Edwards

Five girls are called to the headmaster’s office.

By Kenny Walters

They barely tapped on the door before thrusting it open and barging in. Mrs McCormack stopped typing on her computer and looked up. They weren’t in the conventional school uniform but were nonetheless smartly dressed; therefore they had to be sixth form girls.

“Can I help you, girls?” The secretary asked, although she already knew far more than they did.

“We’ve been told to report here to see Mr Edwards.” A tall blond girl acted as spokesperson.

“And you are…?”

“I’m Becky Harding,” The blond girl announced. “This is Fiona Carver, Alison Streeter, Jane Brighouse and Susan Williams.”
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August 19, 2014

Amanda and the Victorian Punishment Chair

A newly married girl re-discovers her masochistic leanings

by Frances Stephenson

John and Amanda were rummaging around an antique shop. This was nothing new as they both found this a splendid way to relax and, in addition, a good part of their new home was furnished thanks to this agreeable pastime.

They were married some six months ago and were pleased to find they both shared an interest in antique shops. John was especially good with his hands and was very keen on wooden furniture, in fact anything made of wood. His darling wife was very keen on china and unusual artefacts.

Amanda was looking at some handsome Masons Ironstone plates with the pretty Formosa pattern. They all seemed so badly chipped but four were fine.
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August 14, 2014


(Part of the Swinging Sixties Series of short stories)

By Dick Templemeads

(With apologies to anyone unfamiliar with cricket)

The villagers of the picturesque Yorkshire village of Upperdale said that there were just three passions in Seth Uttershawe’s life.

In third place was the Yorkshire ale which he regularly supped in the saloon bar of the Batsman’s Arms, while they could not decide whether Glenda, his beautiful raven haired 20 year old daughter whom he’d brought up single handedly since his wife had left him for some ‘fancy Dan’ Londoner 15 years earlier, or cricket came top of his affections.

But a fly on the wall of Seth’s Cottage on Saturday 15th August 1964 would have witnessed a scene which illustrated this conundrum.
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August 13, 2014

The Bench

A quiet girl faces an awful dilemma.

By Kenny Walters

A cautious glance round the corner confirmed Mrs Wilson was alone. She seemed quite busy, going by the quick tapping beat played out on her sturdy old typewriter. Angela was never sure about Mrs Wilson. Actually, Angela had hardly ever spoken to the lady. It was just her manner; always clothed in a tweed suit, her grey hair always kept short and permed, well-spoken but always economical in words, unsmiling.

“Um,” Angela advanced further round the corner so she could see the wooden counter behind which Mrs Wilson sat, and the school secretary could see her.
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August 10, 2014

Cathy Peterson’s New Catering Business

A new business needs all the new customers it can get, but there’s a surprise in store. By a new writer to us.

By Lynn Mathers

“Thanks for helping me out, Megan, especially at such short notice.”

“No problem, Cathy. To be honest, I’m glad of a little extra income. Although Bob’s working every hour he can get, I’ve found it hard to find a job and money’s tight. Where are we going, by the way?”

“Wendlethorpe. It’s a small town about thirty miles from here.”

Catherine Peterson checked both their seatbelts were fastened, set the sat-nav and started the small Suzuki van.

“We did pack everything, didn’t we?” Megan frowned.
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August 6, 2014

Monica caught red-handed

Stealing from the tennis club gets a girl a well-smacked bottom

By Pat Greenham

Monica Jarvis had been caught red-handed stealing money from the till of the bar at The Tandhall Tennis Club. Money had been going missing for a few months; small amounts, but at least twice a week more than ten pounds was missing. It was late one night that the Chairman of the Committee literally caught Monica with the till open putting money into the pocket of her jeans. She had thought she was alone and had not heard him walk into the bar, but the game was up and Monica now found herself up before the Committee of three men and three women the following evening.
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August 6, 2014


When the behaviour of two twins, a boy and a girl, becomes too much a new service is approached. By a new writer.

By Henry Jones

“Good afternoon, Corporal Punishment Service, my name’s Melissa. How may I help you today?”

“Hello, er, Melissa. It’s my nephew and niece, they’re twins and they’re driving my wife and me mad. They don’t want to go to college, all they want to do is sit around all day, claiming benefit and we’ve had enough!”

“Yes Sir, however, before we go any further, I do need to ask you some questions. Now, how old are the twins?”

“Eighteen, but you’d think they were thirteen or fourteen, the way they behave!”
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August 4, 2014

Caning at Clathy Castle

An unfortunate accident leads a young lady to make a difficult decision

by Julie Baker

My name is Julie Baker and I was born in Edinburgh in March 1956 and subsequently brought up in the same city. My father is Scottish and was a well known GP in Edinburgh before he retired. My mother is Swedish and came to the UK in the 1950s to train to be a nurse. I was an only child and I benefited from a solidly middle class upbringing and the stability provided by two loving parents. From the age of 12 my parents sent me to a private day school for girls in Edinburgh. I was not academic but I excelled at sports, representing the school in netball, hockey and badminton. I was very rarely in any kind of trouble at home or school and by the time I was 16 had not experienced any kind of physical punishment.

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