Posts tagged ‘Lorna Brand’

December 9th, 2015


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.

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.

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.

August 24th, 2015

The Music Tutor

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

By Lorna Brand







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.

August 4th, 2015

The Village

A service is provided for errant residents

By Lorna Brand

I have never felt more self-conscious than I do right now, standing on the porch of ‘Sister’ Mary Home holding this stupid piece of red card. I live in a tiny quarry village; it is so small we have one single lane one-way road that comes in to the village. This is lined with houses. It then runs down the main street which consists of one local shop, a school and a church. After that, it runs out the other side of the village where it is also lined with houses.

The village was built for the local quarry workers; since the site was so far away from anything else it was the only way to attract workers. All five hundred homes are exactly the same, giving our ‘U’ shaped village a strange look of a horror film set. The quarry is busier than ever and new houses are being built all over to make up for the ones that were lost in the war.

June 29th, 2015

The Circus

A visit to the circus leads to a strange experience (told from two viewpoints)

By Lorna Brand

Her story

The most absurd situation I have ever found myself in was lying over the lap of Mrs Tickles the clown in the middle of a circus ring while she chastise me with an over-sized comedy slipper!

Although I am twenty now, to mark the start of summer every year the circus comes to our town and it became an odd tradition for my parents to take me which I secretly looked forward to.

This year it was a little different as we were not able to go to the matinee show like we normally do, which gave me a bit more time on my hands for an extra glass of wine with our afternoon tea. This extra little glass gave me just the right amount of sass and cheek to get me noticed by the clowns. Somewhere in the middle of the show I guess I was being quite loud when the clowns started their act.

June 4th, 2015


Struggling with diets amid sweet temptations leads a woman to seek special help.

By Lorna Brand

“We all have a self-destruct button hidden within us but some are more obvious than others. A quick trigger-temper, laziness, low motivation, they all have the same result. You don’t achieve your goal, your potential; you end up stuck, not going any further. You literally stop yourself from doing the best you can.”

Heather listened intently to the charismatic speaker. She had only come along as a favour to her friend who went to these ‘life coach’ talks as often as she could, but these words resonated within Heather as they left the theatre.

May 26th, 2015

Camping Trip

Three friends go on one last camping trip

By Lorna Brand

The clatter of poles and the dank smell of farm animals filled the air as Melanie, Hanna and Sonya struggled to put up their old family sized tent as the storm approached. The hills they chose to make their home for the weekend looked so inviting from the ground below; fresh and green, with the sun moving along from one to the other, changing the seasons instantly with a magical touch. The rocky heather and bracken covered hills were occupied only by sheep, rabbits and the odd kestrel, making it the perfect retreat for the girls to catch up with each other.

May 9th, 2015


A security guard deals with a young woman rather well known to him.

By Lorna Brand

Dave was proud of his job. It wasn’t the most prestigious but Dave had been unemployed for 8 months and after applying for every job under the sun he was finally in the 10th week of his new job, and officially that marked the end of his probation.

The relief was amazing. Dave never thought he would love being a security guard as much as he did. He worked for a discount store doing 3 weeks on day shifts followed by 3 weeks on nights. Although he was moved to different stores when needed, he mostly stayed at his local shop situated in the centre of town and just a stone’s throw from his local pub.

May 5th, 2015

The Machine

In an interview with a reporter, an engineer discusses an old discovery.

By Lorna Brand

“How did I find my inner spanko?” George repeated with a chuckle. “Well it’s quite a story. I can tell you if you have the time?”

“For you, I have all the time in the world,” laughed the rather lovely young lady.

As she moved closer, perching herself at the edge of a footstool in front of the silver fox gentleman, leaning in to grasp every detail.

“I came to the joys of spanking late in life compared to most. It wasn’t until I was clearing out my late great granddad’s attic that I found something that caught my interest. My great granddad was a hoarder of epic proportions, not in the empty milk bottles and piles of newspapers way you may think off but he had collected everything from every relative that had passed away in our family. It was as though it would be tremendously disrespectful to pass on a souvenir snow globe that great aunt Hilda picked up on her travels.