February 7th, 2019

Hard Day’s Night

Two nursing students experience the realities of living in a nurse’s home in the 1960s

By Angela Fox

“It’s been a hard day’s night,

And we’ve been working like dogs,

It’s been a hard day’s night

We should be sleeping like logs.”

 Anniston and I were singing along at the top of our voices to the cassette I had popped into the Mini’s stereo system. We were just pulling out of the Odeon Cinema car park where we had watched the Beatles film ‘Hard Day’s Night’. We had barely got across the kerb onto the High Street when there was a ‘pop’ and the steering felt all funny. Immediately, I switched the radio off so I could think.
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February 5th, 2019

Help Wanted

A stepdaughter disappoints, and gets dealt with. By a new writer to us.

By Seymour Jay

I own an automotive sales and repair facility. I recently had a ‘help wanted’ ad displayed, looking for office type help. Melanie came in looking for work.

Melanie was at one time my stepdaughter. Her mother and I were married for about 5 years. We had been separated for about 6 years. I had not seen Melanie since her mother and I separated.

I greeted Melanie and invited her to my office to talk about her employment possibilities and to catch up for the last 5 years. She and I were always close when her mother and I were married, but after the separation it was best for all parties that we all went our separate ways. Melanie was now 21 years old. I suppose that I had not seen her since she was 15 or 16 years old.
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February 5th, 2019

The Lodger Five Years On

A young woman has an unexpected encounter with an old acquaintance

By Steven Wilson

My name is Sally Nugent and I have previously written two accounts of the events that occurred between Mr Robinson and myself which I would hope you are already familiar with. Those events took place five years ago when I was eighteen years of age and I am now a young woman of twenty-three, no longer the naïve teenager I may have been at that time.

Over the last five years I successfully completed my business studies course and am now training to be an accountant with a small local firm. It is not a career that I could have seen myself following in my younger days, and at times I still doubt whether it is the correct choice, but I seem to have an aptitude for it and, as my mother says, it is a sensible career path to embark on.
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February 3rd, 2019

Questions of Principle

Poor choices gets different generations into difficulty, but with similar results

By Jane Fairweather

Miss Thomson ran her hand rather sensuously over her very elegant nylon underskirt, which was itself covering the lower half of a rather lovely scarlet petticoat. The petticoat hid a very ordinary white vest, an extremely elegant black bra and fawn coloured directoire knickers, not to mention a small corset that doubled as a suspender belt and kept the worst of her stomach from view.

She had long ago decided that it was good in the evening to remove the stern grey skirt suit that served as her headmistress’s uniform in the day, and put on something altogether more informal. It served to teach the girls that one day they would be free to change into more elegant clothes in the evening when they had finished their day as a teacher or civil servant or secretary, and she liked her girls to know what dressing well looked like.
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January 27th, 2019

The Texas Saddle

Two American girls have a drunken night out, and their mothers make them pay. An old story revised and republished.

by Kenny Walters

Emily Carter slammed the Jeep Grand Cherokee into a vacant slot right across the street from the Tacahoosa Sheriff’s office. She flung the door open and stepped out into the morning sun. The tall dark-haired woman’s white broad-rimmed Stetson, freshly laundered white blouse and smart grey pin-stripe pants might have looked out of place in some parts, but not in this affluent township with its fine houses and outlying horse ranches.

A horn beeped just as Mrs Carter began to cross the street. Looking around, with more than a thought to giving the driver a piece of her mind, she saw a dark blue Ford pick-up pulling in behind her Jeep.
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January 21st, 2019

Treason

Set in medieval times, a girl receives typical punishment of the age

By Jane Fairweather

“You have got the quails for your aunt, dear, haven’t you?”

Mother was fretting, Alice thought to herself. Mother did not like sending her only child away at such a time, when the loyalty of her husband to the crown was openly being questioned, but, Alice thought to herself, her lady mother knew all too well that Alice would be a lot safer with her Aunt Margaret, the countess of Eboracum, whose husband stood high in the favour of King Arthur the Fourth of Lyonesse, than here in the castle of her father, who was on the verge of being condemned to death for treason, which would lead of course to the loss of his lands and her own disinheritance. Mother would probably end up in a nunnery, if she did not find herself on a scaffold sharing her husband’s fate, which god forbid. Women were not often executed for treason, but it was not unknown. Everyone knew King Arthur was a great and wrathful king; and her Mother and Father had always been very close. If Father was involved in treason, it was quite likely that Mother was as well. This could well be the last time she would see either of her parents.
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January 6th, 2019

My 21st Birthday Party

A young lady surprises her friends

By Julie Baker

My name is Lucy Chambers and I consider myself to be a fairly normal 23 year old living and working in London. I’ve spent my whole life in London, including a year at sixth form college studying for a level 3 diploma  to become a gym instructor specialising in Yoga and Pilates. I have never known my father and I was brought up as an only child by my mother who is a midwife at one of the exclusive private hospitals in the city. My Mum and I are very close and I owe everything to her hard work and dedication in order to provide me with all the opportunities in life. I now work for one of the well known private sports companies in south west London and live in my own flat in Putney which I bought with the help of some inheritance money when I left home. I have really been very fortunate!
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January 3rd, 2019

Game Set and Match

A story with a romantic twist

by Katie Hammond

The umpire looked from his vantage point at the now tired but excited crowd wilting in the December Buenos Aires sunshine and spoke.

“Quiet please, ladies and gentlemen, match point.”

The next serve would possibly be the final one of the game which had lasted just over four hours. There had been nothing to separate Rachel Hamilton and Jennifer Cook in this intense duel until the last set when the English woman, like the crowd, had suddenly started to wilt. Jennifer Cook had been the overwhelming favourite, but had become flustered and frustrated at her own errors. That left the young Argentine with the English name to pull out of both her mental and physical reserves one last ounce of effort to win this exhausting and exhilarating game.
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December 27th, 2018

The New Girl

A girl finds herself in serious trouble during her first day at her new school

By Brian Melville

When Mr and Mrs O’Rayen decided to relocate from Ireland to England, they had to find the perfect school for their eighteen year old daughter, Kelly, to finish her final year of school, as they did not want their daughter to go to a boarding school which might be far from home.

The O’Rayens decided on the exclusive St Mary’s Secondary School for girls, which was a private school in their new neighbourhood in the south of England.  St Mary’s had a rich tradition of producing well educated, well disciplined young ladies, due to the high standard of education and extreme scrutiny of all new students.
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December 24th, 2018

Pupils Revenge

A retired teacher learns there are strings attached to a business partnership

By Angela Fox

Chapter 1

Miss Sandra Jackson walked into the lounge area and saw Christine sitting on the sofa fiddling with the remote control for the television.

“Hello dear,” she said, “I was just unpacking my things and I found this laying neatly on my bed and wondered what you wanted me to do with it?”

Christine turned and looked over at the older woman. Miss Jackson was holding up a coat hanger that contained a starched white cotton blouse over which was draped an old-fashioned navy-blue box-pleated gymslip that, although larger in size, was almost identical to one Christine had worn as a schoolgirl over ten years ago. Draped around the blouse’s stiff collar was a striped tie from the same school.
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