Posts tagged ‘Lorna Brand’

September 19th, 2016

Revenge

A girl tries to win back her sister’s affection

By Lorna Brand

Dawn watched her tears disappearing into the dry earth underneath her feet through misty eyes. They slipped down her flushed cheeks leaving a salty taste as they passed over her full lips. Her wrists were bound together by a silvery silk tie around the leg of her patio chair. Although at her own request, she had been here so many times she had almost lost sight of why. It was the only way things could ever be made right again. Her repentance had to be sincere and her submission genuine or forgiveness would never come.
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May 31st, 2016

I know What I Need

A friend’s father comes to the rescue when a little discipline is needed

By Lorna Brand

Heather stood dripping wet, fresh from her shower, ruffling through her drawers on the morning of her twentieth birthday. Her long dark hair clung to her back, dropping beads of water that trickled their way down to the carpet. She was still living at home although her parents were at work and she had a big day ahead.

Heather had been contemplating about her living arrangements for some time now. She had been trying to save up so she could move out into a small place with her best friend, Holly, but that was easier said than done. Heather had a part time job even though she was still attending college, so it’s not laziness that is her downfall but every time Heather got her pay cheque, instead of leaving a portion in her account or putting some of it aside, she managed to waste it. She was terrible at not paying attention to her spending habits. If she wanted a little treat or couldn’t resist a sale, she never thought about it. She never bought anything extravagant, just twenty or thirty pounds here and there, which was her justification, but it added up fast and as Heather never kept track, she inevitably found she had shopped her way into her overdraft before her next pay came around.
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April 29th, 2016

The Sound

An eighteenth birthday party takes an unexpected turn.

By Lorna Brand

Sound can be so evocative and at times provocative. It can transport you to a time, a place. It can conger up pictures in your mind and make all your other senses tingle out with your control as you feel it surge through your body. We never do sound justice when we try to describe it, we can allude to the volume or the pitch and can even give a sense of drama surrounding it but sometimes there is a sound that penetrates your whole being that will resonate forever within you but it is completely undecipherable and this is what I want to share with you today.
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March 9th, 2016

The Experiment

A disturbing experiment causes a assistant to seek counselling.

By Lorna Brand

Sitting in the stylish waiting room I did wonder what I was going to say. As I pretended to read one of the magazines from the sleek little glass coffee table I wondered how I would start. After all, this wasn’t really my problem. It was more a work thing; well, sort of. On the other hand I had found myself drawn to the subject, so maybe it was my issues that had brought me. I had an odd mix of conflicting emotions, but either way I was ever so pleased she could see me at such short notice. I knew she liked to make people wait so that by the time they got into her office they were dying to blurt everything out before even sitting down.
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February 16th, 2016

The Museum Trip

A college trip goes wrong for two girls.

By Lorna Brand

Conny and Kitty were not the sharpest tools in the box and surprised even themselves when they where accepted into the small local college. They put rather more emphasis on partying and extracurricular pursuits than studies. Conny was the more ‘take charge’ type and could easily lead her friend astray, despite having less common sense than her. This was partly because she was prettier and acted quite bossily, which chipped away at Kitty’s confidence despite their close bond.

Conny had striking green eyes that she knew how to flutter when she wanted something and if that didn’t work she just flicked her long, wavy, shiny locks, which is exactly how they ended up touching their toes with their skimpy panties around their knees in the middle of a museum.
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January 23rd, 2016

A New Year’s Story

A domestic punishment told from two people’s perspective

By Lorna Brand

Scott’s version:

31st Dec

This is my last diary entry for this year and since it’s not likely I will do this when I get home I thought I would write before I go out. I picked up some little presents for Sue today. I know Christmas has just passed but tonight is the start of our year. We will be Mr and Mrs before the end of next month so I want to make it as special and memorable for us as possible. I want to remember every second of tonight so in years to come I can tell our kids about it. I know it’s not the crazy New Year’s Eve that we are used to but it will be our night, just our night. Sophistication all the way!
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December 9th, 2015

Waiting

Even though you know the deal, waiting can still be difficult.

By Lorna Brand

Jane stood in a thin, navy, silky night-slip, her bare feet feeling the warmth of the thick cream pile carpet as she wriggled her toes threw the fibres. She glanced at the tall carriage clock on the mantelpiece; 7.40 am. Not long to go now.

The ticking seemed to be getting louder as she unintentionally allowed herself to focus on the countdown just a little bit too long; tick, tick, tick. It echoed through her chest as every part of her body pulsed in rhythm. Quickly, she tried to redirect her mind to calm herself down. Looking around for a distraction, her eyes darted back and forth over the little room.
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October 9th, 2015

Trick or Treat?

Another seasonal tale from another writer.

By Lorna Brand

Kirsty and Kelly were best of friends. They had known each other through collage and decided to share there first home together. They bought a cute little flat just big enough for them in the centre of town so they were close to the pubs, clubs and night life they both loved so much. It was also convenient for Kelly’s boyfriend to drop in most mornings as he worked nights, not that Kirsty minded; they all got on really well and enjoyed spending time together.

On this particular Saturday night, it happened to be Halloween. Kelly was putting the finishing touches to the last pumpkin to put outside the door and Kirsty had made provisions for their first year of trick or treaters. The girls couldn’t wait to scare all the kids coming to the door ‘guising’, and were getting more excited as the night got closer.
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September 12th, 2015

The Neighbours

Have you ever wondered what your neighbours get up to?

By Lorna Brand

Have you ever wondered what goes on behind closed doors? Does that old couple, Mr and Mrs Jones, from down the road still share a bath at the weekend? Does the pretty girl who just moved into the street and always smiles sweetly act so passive all the time? Well I don’t have to wonder any more. I got to know rather more than I expected about my neighbour recently.

I live in a small cul-de-sac in a normal quiet area with normal quiet neighbours, or so I thought. We all have our own boring routines and exchange pleasantries as we pass each other on the way to work or putting the bins out, as you do. We also know nothing about each other, which I never really thought about before. I assumed there was just nothing to know but now I look at everyone and wonder what they do when no one is looking.
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August 24th, 2015

The Music Tutor

A girl seeks help but finds it comes in an odd way

By Lorna Brand

Crack.

“Ow!”

Crack.

“Ahhh!”

Crack.

“Ahhh! STOP! I WILL TRY HARDER!”

Catherine crouched in the hallway with her ear pressed to the large heavy looking door, too scared to move, not that she wanted to, but frightened she would get caught. The sound of pleading suddenly stopped and was replaced by shuffling, sobbing and a firm tone.

“I will see you next week, hopefully with a better attitude,” said a tall, broad, imposing man with striking dark hair as he opened the door.

“Oh, I have lost an earring.” Catherine bluffed, falling to the man’s feet and fumbling around the floor, catching a glimpse of a distraught, tear-stained girl out of the corner of her eye as she rushed past.
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