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] Attractions (Short Stories) People stared at the sisters and called them freaks. [678 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] 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]
Little Bird Sue (Sooz) Simpson
Her high stiletto heels clacked along the pavement, while those of the others, with their svelte ankles and smooth calves, clicked expertly. The sound of their heels slicing through the night causing the men with watered-down sperm to shrink into the shadows and gaze in awe. Sapphire clacked; an observer might perceive her to be a squat duck waddling in the wake of majestic swans, but at least the observer would have an opinion of her. If asked how she perceived herself she wouldn’t be able to answer because she didn’t see herself at all.
She stumbled on a rough stone at the edge of the pavement and swore softly. Her habit was to bear more weight on the left leg as she walked, and the protective rubber cap had worn off the bottom of the corresponding shoe. The stem of her heel had grated down an eighth of an inch, giving her a lopsided and unattractive list. Sapphire wore cheap shoes and cheap perfume. She wore ‘downtrodden’ like a designer label.
She stopped at the corner of Anton Street. It was cold and the wind was her first punter of the night. It groped at her breast with its cruel uncaring fingers, pulling her nipples roughly erect. Brutally it forced her back into the meagre shelter of the wall and flattened against her body, mauling her in exactly the same way that others would do later that night.
“Ya’ wan’ some?” she half-heartedly asked a young man, who passed her wide with obvious distaste lest she infect him with her circumstance. “I got it, I got it goin` on”. She continued her spiel but tailed off as she remembered once again that in fact she didn’t ‘have it’ at all. “Fucked up jerk”, she yelled at the man’s back, before sniffing and allowing the collected snot to slide thickly down her throat. She curled her nose up and looked about twelve as she thought of other viscous bodily fluids that she would swallow that night; at least the snot was her own. She could charge an extra fiver a time for a blowjob without a rubber. One of the other girls had taught her the trick of putting the extra money in a plastic bank bag and inserting it high into her vagina at the end of the night. Vic handed out johnnies like sweets. He liked to keep his girls clean – it was better for business that way – but he took eighty percent of the cash that the girls earned; most of them relied on their ‘extras’ to live. Sometimes Sapphire ended the week with the salt of thirty dicks on her lips. And she was getting better at it too; most of the time she could swallow without gagging. One man had hit her hard round the head when she had turned from him and vomited into the gutter of the alley, but that had been in the early days. Sapphy had come a long way in the last two months.
Sally Slater was a statistic. Thrown out of her parents’ house at sixteen and left to make her mark on the world, she had been spotted by Vic after only one night of roughing it and ‘saved’ from the hostility of the city streets. She was raw and unsophisticated but some of the punters liked that. He gave her a grown-up name, a name he said she would grow into as she learned how to turn her tricks; a name that one day all the rich johns would know and request. Something to aspire to indeed. Sally became Sapphire, Princess of the Night, and felt that she owed it to Vic to do well. She had been on the street for two months now and still walked like a duck behind the more experienced whores.
Dan Gates was driving home from work. He had taken this route ever since he had first seen her. He still had no idea what had caused him to deviate from his normal route home that night, but he had. When he saw the woman-child falling over her feet he had been instantly reminded of his sister dressing up in his mother’s fancy clothes. Kizzy would smear bright red lipstick high on to her upper lip and wear shoes with an expanse of empty sole at the back because her feet didn’t fit them. Dan felt a lurch of pity for this girl, and he felt the shame for her that she didn’t have the dignity to feel for herself.
Dan was eighteen, only two years older than Sapphire. Life had thrown him a bum wrap as well. His parents had divorced and each had gone on to build new lives with new partners. Dan was the link that neither wanted to be reminded connected one to the other. He was ‘welcome’ at both his parents’ new homes, but welcome as a guest. Welcome as someone they hoped would not stay too long. He had taken the hint and moved out alone and into a small bedsit on the cheaper side of town. In fact he lived just a few streets from where Sapphire now stood, shivering in the darkness.
Tonight was the night that Dan had decided he was going to make contact. But he was still unsure as to how to approach her, what he would say. His hand closed around the wallet in his pocket. Sixty-eight pounds lay within the silken slits; he hoped it would be enough. Maybe when she knew of his intention she wouldn’t charge him at all. Everything would be all right. They were going to be so good together. All she needed was the opportunity to make something of herself. Her confidence was broken. Dan knew that with time and patience he could fix her shattered spirit, and teach her how to fly.
Dan cared; maybe he cared too much about things. If he could do some little thing in the course of his day to make someone else’s life a little better, then he felt that his own was bearable too. He was a looker, tall and strong with thick black hair that fell in boyish locks over his right eye. He was shy and uncertain with girls, and no matter how hard he tried to be with them, to make them feel comfortable with him, they always made him feel stupid and clumsy. But he had so much love to give, if only one of them would trust in him and give him a chance to prove how gentle and loving he could be.
Dan had always had a soft heart. As a child he brought in numerous broken birds; Little fledglings with smashed wings and rapid heartbeats. He wanted so much for them to trust in him and let him make them well. He had a shed at the bottom of the garden and he would spend hours making splints and suitable cages to house his ‘finds’. Some got better, and he would keep them for years in their little cages, feeding them religiously and waiting to see love in their eyes. But he always felt so bad about the ones who didn’t make it. If only their little hearts had been stronger, if only they weren’t so frightened of him. All he had wanted to do was to make them better and have them as friends.
He pulled up at the kerb-side. She was singing to herself, such a sweet, soft song. He hurt with a need to make her life better. How sad she sounded; perhaps soon she would sing for him and they would both be blissfully happy. She cut off her song mid-melody and sauntered over brashly to lean into the car window. Dan was ashamed as he felt his penis pushing stiffly against the front of his pants. This wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want it to be like this. What would she think of him? He only wanted to be her friend. He thought briefly of his animals…and then there were the children. He didn’t want to think about the children. Not now, not when he was about to take his little bird back to his place to make her better. He had to go softly, quietly, he didn’t want to scare her off. He wanted her to sing sweetly for him.
He wondered if she would sing for him…or if she would scream like the children.
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"Cartoon Hero’s Review: ***A story about a hooker, my favorite kind.*** Little Bird Sue (Sooz) Simpson Brutally it forced her back into the meagre ***meager*** shelter of the wall and flattened against her body, mauling her in exactly the same way that others would do later that night. Dan had always had a soft heart. As a child he brought in numerous broken birds; ***Since it’s a semicolon and not a period, reduce to “little”*** Little fledglings with smashed wings and rapid heartbeats. He pulled up at the kerb-side ***curbside***. ***Some of the phrases, such as “Sometimes Sapphire ended the week with the salt of thirty dicks on her lips.,” “Dan was ashamed as he felt his penis pushing stiffly against the front of his pants.” and this gem ““Fucked up jerk”, she yelled at the man’s back, before sniffing and allowing the collected snot to slide thickly down her throat.” will not be appealing for a general audience.*** " -- Cam Davis.
"I don't think my writing will ever be for general tastes. I always try to write whatever I'm writing just the way I see it. I always believe in being true to your character and that means realism. Thanks :-) " -- Sooz, Dalton-in-Furness, England, Cumbria.
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