ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm thirty nine, recently single again. I have two boys Cli' (pronounced clee) Real name Christopher and Mark. I'm a care in the community nurse and formerly (when I was married) an occupational Therapist working with the mentally ill on a secure unit. I love reading and writing and meeting people. I hate offal, seafood and intolerance. I keep dog, cat, polecats, rats and reptiles. And for seven years ran the second largest reptile sanctuary in Britain. Apart from having my lads, I think that's probably the most worthwhile thing I've ever done. Writing wise, I've been the main fiction writer for Legends magazine for three years.And have two books published 'Lizard's Leap' published by Quillusers, and 'Better the Devil You Know' soon to be released by Bestbooks.Um I drive a knackered old Astra, and ride a two litre trike. I live in the lake district of England, and am happy. :-) [January 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (84) A Fork In The Road. (Short Stories) A paradox revolving round the lonely Holker Mosses in the dead of night. [2,835 words] [Mystery] A Twist In The Tail (Short Stories) - [963 words] Agony (Short Stories) The First in a series of Agony columns written by the unstoppable Aunt Nasty. (May be deemed offensive) [1,200 words] [Comedy] Agony 2 (Short Stories) Morew from the irrepresible Aunt Nasty (May be deemed offensive). [1,077 words] [Comedy] Angel Stew (Short Stories) The kitchens are in uproar. [826 words] [Comedy] Anne (Short Stories) - [707 words] Apple Of His Eye (Short Stories) Daddy's little girl, Daddy's little sweetheart. (May be deemed offensive). [1,742 words] [Drama] Bandit At Twelve-O-Clock (Short Stories) A sinister note drops through her letter box, but who is it from and what's it all about? [2,144 words] [Drama] Barriers (Short Stories) Everybody's frightened of the prisoner in the cell at the end of the block. [2,913 words] [Thriller] Breakfast In Bed (Short Stories) She loved her husband so much, and a sepcial man deserves a special breakfast. [1,633 words] [Horror] Car Trouble (Short Stories) Boys will be boys. [496 words] [Comedy] Cat's Chorus (Short Stories) - [1,332 words] Cherry Blossom (Short Stories) - [435 words] Cold, Cold Night.. (Short Stories) The night was beautiful but biting, she had to make her final farewells, a cigarette would help. [630 words] [Drama] Creeping Up From Behind. (Short Stories) You can't ever really know what someone else is thinking ... unless they choose to tell you. [925 words] [Drama] Dark Solitude. (Short Stories) A woman alone on the moors when a storm threatens, but this is no ordinanry storm and that is no ordinary lady. [1,434 words] [Drama] Dawn Rising (Short Stories) He looked at his own personal sunrise every morning, yet longed for the warmth of the sun. [1,069 words] [Drama] Deadly Persuit (Short Stories) Nature at its most cruel .. when it's interfered with by man. [1,541 words] [Drama] Deep Blue Eastern Light (Poetry) I've never been to Budapest, but I saw an image on a postcard, it was misty and had a sort of dreamy quality about it. I wondered about the spirit of Budapest. Hope I've done her justicce. [204 words] Different Road (Short Stories) Charlie is running scared. Will he find his way before his precious time runs out? [521 words] Empty House (Short Stories) This had been her domain, now it was only a shadow. [649 words] [Drama] Find Me A Place (Poetry) Everybody needs somewhere to run. [193 words] [Drama] Finding Fleur (Short Stories) Katy desperately wants to find Fleur, but does Fleur want to be found? [1,727 words] [Drama] Four Minute Warning (Short Stories) - [476 words] [Comedy] Freedom By Another Name (Short Stories) He's an imposter [557 words] [Drama] Furtive Glances (Short Stories) Always the last to know! [891 words] [Drama] Galaxy (Poetry) Let Venus bear witness and Mars be our guide. [139 words] Hickory, Dickory, Dock (Short Stories) - [991 words] [Drama] Is The Toilet Roll Half Full Or Half Empty (Short Stories) It's hard when you're at bursting point. [423 words] [Comedy] I've Always Wanted To Write... But! (Short Stories) There's always an excuse if you want to find one. [510 words] [Mind] Jasmine And Gardenia Love (Poetry) - [417 words] [Erotic] Jinny (Poetry) - [176 words] Just The Ticket (Short Stories) You pays your money and you takes your chances. [5,177 words] [Drama] Knockers (Short Stories) It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. [2,210 words] [Drama] Little Bird (Short Stories) He liked fragile things [1,406 words] [Drama] Lizards Leap (Novels) Four children buy an intricately carved frame from a school fair. A crazy old woman chases them desperately wanting the carving for herself. What is the mystery surrounding the strange frame? [5,753 words] [Adventure] Long Walk Back To Jurassica (Poetry) Evolution and progress or three million steps backwards? [323 words] [Drama] Lookingthrough The Window (Short Stories) - [401 words] Madness Becomes You (Short Stories) She used to be someone, now she's several people, or maybe she's nobody at all, it makes no difference. [394 words] [Drama] Making My Way Back To You. (Short Stories) She'd told them a thousand times to keep the front door closed, now tragedy had struck. [1,926 words] [Drama] Memberwhen (Poetry) Memberwhen that mystical word of long ago memories. [189 words] [Drama] Mortar Doesn't Breathe. (Short Stories) The house was inanimate, dead ... because her child was gone. [1,114 words] [Drama] Mourning Glory (Short Stories) One of my favourite pieces. Please note *This is not a children's story* It's the tale of a little girl trying to be a child. [1,786 words] [Drama] Mumbles From The Madhouse (Novels) It was her first day on the secure unit and somehow she had to see it through. [2,215 words] [Drama] My Friend The Tiger And Me (Poetry) I wrote this for my little boy when he was having trouble at school. [942 words] [Animal] Naughty Bunny Goes To Ibiza (Short Stories) - [552 words] One-Man Race (Short Stories) He had only his nerves to rely on. One slip and the race would be lost. [664 words] [Drama] Out Of Print (Short Stories) A man, a boy, a love of reading and echoes of the past. [2,007 words] [Drama] Outrun The River (Poetry) The snow was melting fast and he owed it to himself and his seld of dogs to make it to safety. [145 words] [Action] Pact Of Joy. (Short Stories) Don't we all just want to be happy? [2,497 words] [Drama] Play With Me Please. (Short Stories) - [322 words] Return Of The Hellcat (Erotica May Be Offensive) (Short Stories) Please do not read this one if easily offended. Or even not so easily offended. Continuing sexploits of Dark Solitude. [3,390 words] [Erotic] Room For One More (Short Stories) The dream was haunting and wouldn't leave Mike alone. [1,728 words] [Drama] Rush Hour (Short Stories) - [419 words] Sally (Short Stories) - [2,268 words] Sinister Music (Novels) She had no psychic ability, so why had fate chosen her to foretell of the spate of brutal murders? [6,114 words] [Drama] So This Is My Life Then (Short Stories) - [517 words] [Comedy] Space Walk (Short Stories) May Cause offense. [1,290 words] [Drama] Spirit Dancer (Poetry) - [514 words] Sweet Child Of Mine (Short Stories) The old lady had been brutally mugged, her son was sucjh a good boy, but would his thoughts now turn to revenge? [1,843 words] [Drama] Tangled Web (Short Stories) Treat `em mean and keep `em keen. [596 words] [Drama] The Band Played On (Short Stories) - [1,486 words] [Drama] The Big Picture (Short Stories) The little girl was a great artist, but her subject matter was giving cause for concern. [776 words] [Drama] The Comet. (Short Stories) Remember! [796 words] [Drama] The Dinosaur (Short Stories) - [1,523 words] The Half Empty Glass. (Short Stories) They had no idea of the horror they were walking into. [3,030 words] [Drama] The Hhmmm Efect (Poetry) - [783 words] The Iceberg (Short Stories) She had to break the hold they had on him... release him from his parents grip. [410 words] [Drama] The Joker (Short Stories) - [2,032 words] The Lovers (Poetry) - [124 words] The Mark Of Jack (Short Stories) The start of something maybe. [1,044 words] [Drama] The Old Enemy (Short Stories) I just hope I've got the names right. [253 words] [Drama] The Rosary (Short Stories) May cause offense. [422 words] The Spark (Short Stories) - [557 words] The Thirteenth Station (Short Stories) - [8,024 words] [Horror] The Village Green. (Short Stories) - [559 words] [Drama] Three Mile Gap (Poetry) So close and yet... [285 words] [Drama] Tomorrow Lies Beside Us (Poetry) - [239 words] [Drama] Tusk (Short Stories) - [1,012 words] [Drama] Under The Whether (Short Stories) - [1,626 words] Watching And Waiting (Short Stories) - [1,253 words] [Drama] White Icing (Short Stories) - [1,385 words] Worlds Biggest Loser (Short Stories) - [114 words] You Are My Sunshine (Short Stories) - [1,285 words]
Attractions Sue (Sooz) Simpson
The overly enthusiastic music blares out over the fairground lilting and gay, though sounding slightly metallic as it crackles through gramophonic speakers. Buoyant voices of the side stall callers shouting their exhibits and games to the crowds intermingle with the high shrieks and excited yells and chatterings of the animated children.
This was the Carnival. The only thing apart from Christmas that made the year worthwhile in the eyes of the local children.
The Carousel horses pirouette, never tiring heads held high and proud, with wooden painted smiles, and cheery glint of eye. A trio of bright gaudy feathers topping each of their noble heads which bob and rise as though in the lilt of a canter. Real leather harness, damp with the sweat of eager hands releasing the pungent aroma of worn leather. Proper stirrups jangle against the horse’s flank urging it on ever faster and hard wooden saddles polished and shiny by countless skirt and britches. The undulating wood beneath them smoothed and worn by a multitude of pounding feet. A million sparkling eyed children with one face. Pin points of coloured excitement on cherubic cheekbones. Eyes shining with a deep love for “their” horse.
The dizzying swell,
of the carousel
as it tosses and turns,
lurches and churns.
Prancing, and dancing,
as children are glancing,
at parents, as they fly,
catching the eye.
A smile and a wave,
some shrieking, some Brave.
A pat of the neck,
a peer just to check,
that mummy and daddy are there,
and they care,
safe boys and girls,
the horse unfurls,
now faster than fast,
the ride doesn’t last,
it’s slowing and stopping,
it’s time to be offing.
Goodbye little horse,
I’ll see you of course.
next year here,
I’ll ride you my dear.
The monied folk move amongst the stalls and rides as the urchins run between them begging for coins. The dirty children pick up the discarded scraps of food thrown as if to hungry dogs. These little ones have no interest in the gaudy rides, their only interest is one of survival. The Carnival is rich in pickings. Plenty to pickpocket and steal and a good place for begging. They are adept at avoiding the feet of the gentlemen who often heft a swift kick at the filthy lice ridden children scrabbling at ground level between their feet.
The Ladies strut in their bustles and bows, hats trimmed with ostrich feathers and tulle, gowns of rich brocade and velvet trailing in the mud. Their waists pulled by string so tight that the diaphragm heaves with the effort of drawn breath, feet forced into button -up-boots that are too small. A strange sight these women with ram rod straight back, heaving bust, tiny waist, huge bulge to the rear and too-small feet. And the men aren’t much better, with their monocled eye and tailed suit making them look like awkward penguins.
My sister and I sit in our tent, high up on the podium. We sit close not through choice but fused by the skin and organs that we share. We watch as the freaks line up and walk slowly passed us laughing and pointing at our discomfort and pain. They pay for our humiliation. We used to giggle back at them but now we usually just huddle stroking each other for comfort, aware of the evening beating that will surely follow this degradation if the coffers aren’t pleasing to our master. Day and night the freaks walk past us, stream after never ending stream. Occasionally we might meet the eye of a sympathetic looking lady, but invariably she casts her eyes downwards disturbed almost to the point of a faint because one of us looked her square in the eye. What strange people they are! How they mock us for being different, before going to their opulent homes while we are thrown a few rotting scraps by our master. My sister and I are con-joined by more than our shared body. We are also bound together by love. For what do we have except each other?
READER'S REVIEWS (6) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"Sooz, I thoroughly enjoyed “Attractions”. You were able to cover a lot of ground without over-writing the piece. That is to say that even though it is a short piece, each paragraph and the poem within, brought about a different emotion for me as well as a different view of the storyline. It was as though I were walking backward through a strange reality, ending in the only spot worth ending-up in, the TRUTH. You’re right, the real freaks are the ones who pay to see but not touch or understand people different from themselves. Excellent work. You are quite a gifted poet and writer. I wish you well and ask only that you look over a piece I’ve recently posted entitled “The Only Dream I Have Ever Won” and let me know your thoughts. Thanks and keep writing, as it is your passion." -- STORM, TEXAS, USA.
"A lovely piece of description, culminating in a touching glimpse of the rather special narrator, and the clever inversion of the "freaks" concept. I enjoyed all of it but found it technically a bit odd. I think I would have put the poem at the beginning or even excluded it because it makes the author too visible, it's a little contrived. There were also a couple of minor things that jarred: the second paragraph is in the past tense, all the rest of it is in the present. In the first paragraph after the poem, final sentence, the word "feet" appears twice too close together. In the final paragraph "freaks line up and walk slowly passed us" the word should be "past". Only tiny points but worth fixing in such an otherwise excellent piece of writing. You have used a Victorian setting, which allows you to present the appearance of the visitors as suitably freakish, but I am a mere boy of 54 and yet I can remeber one (the last) of these freak shows visiting Belfast when I was a schoolboy there, and it included a set of conjoined twins, attractive and articulate young ladies from North Carolina, who gave a little talk about how it had affected their lives and then answered questions from the audience. That was the early 1960s. They are probably still alive." -- David Gardiner, London, England.
"Thanks Storm. Glad you liked this one. Not really much of a story more of an idea. Thanks " -- Sooz, Dalton, England, Cumbria.
"There seems to be a resurgence of con-joined twins, there have been two cases over here in the last twelve months. Of course where ever possible they are always seperated these days. I'm so glad they gave these people a voice and let them speak. Thanks David. " -- Sooz, Dalton, England, Cumbria.
"Archmage_Darksphere’s Review: Firstly, i like the part describing the ladies, as it is quite well-elaborated. Secondly,i also like the last paragraph about the two children. In a way it reflects on the coldness of today's society, the kind of scene where ppl are just money machines, their faces blank(literally blank...no face, just a smooth surface of skin) and mocking. It is rather sad actually, to find that some people are like that.Uncaring, sarcastic, taunting, cruel,... Oh well. " -- Cam Davis.
"Thanks Archmage. This was a bit of an experimental piece, I wanted to play with the texture of the words. thanks Cam" -- Sooz, Dalton-in-Furness, England, Cumbria.
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