December 14th, 2016
A holiday on the Isle of Man goes wrong
By Julie Baker
My name is Jillian Scott and I was born in Liverpool in March 1956. I am an only child and I was brought up in a happy middle class household in Bootle. I was academically able and attended a well respected mixed grammar school in Liverpool from the age of 11 onwards. I stayed on to take A levels in Geography, History and English which enabled me to eventually read Geography at Sheffield University. I also loved sport representing my school at both netball and hockey. My school days were happy and I was blessed with many good friends and a busy social life. In those days I was tall and slim with, in my later school days, a steady stream of boys wanting to take me out. What I want to share with you is something that happened to me shortly after I had taken my A level exams. I am not proud of it but I now realise it was a chain of events that couldn’t happen today and I also acknowledge that there are a number of people who have an interest in matters concerning corporal punishment. This is evident from the popularity of certain books and films on this subject and on this basis I am sure that there will be some interest in the details of my experience.
December 10th, 2016
Problems arise when a female prisoner and male prison officer are known to each other
by Katie Hammond
Had it been 1990, or was it 1991, Martin Higgins wondered as he returned from his small back garden on a cold and damp December evening. He was a non-smoker but very occasionally he treated himself to a cigar, this one the first for well over five years and in his opinion well deserved. He left the half smoked cigar on the garden table and returned to the warmth inside and poured himself a glass of red wine. Now sitting down in the front room he decided it was 1991, early 1991, and now, over twenty-five years later at the end of 2017, he needed to do one more thing to finally close this bitter sweet chapter of his personal life. He smiled to himself as he sat there tired after a long week. He recalled the events of the previous December and after a few more sips of wine he became sleepy and drifted off, his mind still running through the events of that remarkable month.
October 1st, 2016
A woman gets the telephone call she has been dreading.
By Kenny Walters
The telephone rang. Jane Crowther hesitated, but after eight rings she answered.
“Mrs Jane Angela Crowther?”
“Yes.” Jane nervously fiddled with her collar length blond hair.
“It’s Marion Peterson at the Criminal Penalties Office. I believe you’re expecting my call?”
“Oh, yes.” Jane’s voice trembled as she sat on the arm of the sofa she’d just been vacuuming.
“Now let’s see, Jane. May I call you Jane?”
“Um, yes, I suppose so.”
“Good! Call me Marion. No point in being unfriendly, is there?”
“Now, Jane, looking at your file, you’ve paid the fine of £250 and you’ve attended the ‘Drink Driving Awareness’ course. Is that correct?”
August 29th, 2016
A puzzling antique from a junk shop has mystical properties.
By Fenton Creek
I’d been working late and was on my way to the station when I stopped at a ramshackle junk and second hand furniture store, picked up a couple of paperbacks from the stand outside and wandered in to pay for them. A grey haired woman was sitting behind the glass topped counter.
“You’re open late,” I remarked.
“Oh,” she said with a smile. “I’m going to supper just around the corner at 7, thought I might as well stay open. Just those, is it?” She indicated the books I’d put down on the counter.
June 25th, 2016
Dealing with a young lady who steals. From a new writer to us
by Roderick Bottoms
Ms Stapleton glared at her young employee, Sabrina, who now fidgeted in her seat on the other side of Ms Stapleton’s desk. Sabrina seemed to be avoiding eye contact, but looked up anxiously when her boss spoke.
“Sabrina,” Ms Stapleton said, shaking her head. “This is a horrible situation! I had high hopes for you,” she sighed and trailed off. “Like you, I started as a med tech at 18 – God, 20 years ago now – and now I run my own facility. I worked hard, working my way up step by step, going to college at night, getting my degrees. I honestly saw a lot of myself in you.”
June 12th, 2016
Set in the future, tradition is maintained. By a new writer to us.
By Rebecca Fox
In the year 2340, the world was richly expanded. Many of the newly colonised planets had reorganized themselves into societies that mimicked the lost civilizations of Earth. On one planetary system, Imperial Britannia, the society had developed the customs of England in the late 19th century; a system of gentleman soldiers who protected the galaxy against foreign invaders.
Captain Killian Heber was one such distinguished officer at Imperial Command. At thirty years old, he was already in charge of an entire military base, from the lowliest cadet to the highest intelligence officer.
June 6th, 2016
A sequel to Mrs Gavin’s Prison Spanking
By Katie Hammond
I heard a tap at my bedroom door and I sleepily said: “OK, mum, I’m getting up,” but I would give myself another ten minutes in bed before getting up this Monday morning. I had been released from prison two months earlier after serving eight years for manslaughter, and was still adjusting to life on the ‘outside’ which was more difficult than I imagined. I was released on licence and had to conform to certain conditions which the Probation Service had set, one being that I had to live with my parents and only seek employment at a place approved by my probation officer. That place was a charity shop in a nearby town where I worked for the minimum wage.
February 6th, 2016
A woman experiences prison discipline
by Katie Hammond
I slowly opened my eyes looking at the dim light in the corridor in front of me. I immediately recounted the events of yesterday, but the reassurance that it was just a bad dream wouldn’t go and as I opened my eyes fully my view only confirmed that it did actually happen.
I looked at the bars surrounding my single bed. Well it was actually a cot which I was lying in, situated in the middle of a small grey and white window-less room in a prison sickbay, the door removed for security purposes. Straight in front of me is the corridor which leads off to around a dozen or so more rooms exactly like the one I was in.
January 3rd, 2016
When a friend turns up unannounced, a housewife is in for a nasty surprise.
By Kenny Walters
The doorbell rang and Jane Vincent’s heart missed a beat. She put her pen down on the kitchen work-surface, gave her hands a quick rub on the towel hanging near the sink and went to the door. With heart pounding, she carefully pulled the door ajar.
“Oh Susan! I’m sorry, I was expecting… oh, never mind. Come in!”
“How’s things?” Susan Carter let her friend close the front door and then followed her through to the kitchen.
“Oh, well, you know.” Jane answered. “Coffee?”
Five minutes later, Jane Vincent, a forty-three year old mother of two was sitting in her own front room with a friend, Susan Carter. They had first met when Jane’s youngest boy had started school at the same time as Susan’s only daughter. That was eight years ago, and through various school and social activities they had become friends, if not close friends.
June 17th, 2015
In the next part of the series we learn a little more of Matron’s past.
By Tara Patterson
Tara stood before Matron Taylor in her new uniform. As was usual at Queen Anne’s it was everything you would expect from a traditional nurse’s uniform; a burgundy short-sleeved dress with white piping on the sleeves, a white elastic belt and a starched white hat. Along with the uniform, Tara had been instructed to wear a pair of sheer stockings and white plimsolls. Matron had even included a silver nurse’s fob watch and a brooch with the school logo.
“The plimsolls are so you can move around the corridors after lights out without being heard,” quipped Matron Taylor. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I was able to catch you up to no good so many times? You look quite the part though. We thought burgundy would be the ideal colour, seeing as you are not a qualified nurse. Your first aid qualifications are more than adequate for your duties as my deputy though. How does it feel for you Under-Matron Patterson?”