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] 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. 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[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 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. 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The Iceberg Sue (Sooz) Simpson
The sculptress walked twice round the huge piece of ice, weighing up it’s perspective. She could see it’s potential, she looked through the external block and could see the form within. The ice had been taken from a larger iceberg, it still formed the contours of the parent block, it had moulded to their shape, it had formed, from their ideals and conditions.
The sculptress took up her tools, and bravely began to chip away at the iceberg, she tried to form it into it’s own shape that was something separate from the parent block, something individual.
The iceberg was cold; she wanted to breathe some warmth into it. However, fire and ice, each has the power of destruction over the other. She continued to tap away at the ice, and gradually it began to take shape, it had been rigid, she wanted to give it the appearance of pliability, It was hard she wanted to create the effect of softening the edges, so that it appeared less abrasive and sharp. Above all it was cold and she wanted to create an effect of warmth.
Yet she came, with the passage of time, to realise that all these images that were forming were only slights of hand. They were not character in the ice, they were but illusions of a personality where no personality existed. She could see prisms in the sculpture, but what is a prism? It is but an illusion, there is no colour in ice, Only refracted light, light from an external source bouncing from it and making it appear animated. She gave him, her warmth; she gave him her light.
Finally the sculpture was complete, The artist was pleased with herself. She walked again, twice round her iceberg, and saw that, it was still a two dimensional form, it, was inanimate. She needed to breathe life into it.
She took her warm hands and put them to his face. It instantly began to loose form beneath her touch. She welcomed this. She saw this melting of the ice, as movement, fluidity, softness. Her warmth was making it pliable, gone would be the cold rigidity of the ice. Gone would be the iceberg.
She watched her statue melt around her. Too late, she realised, that what is left when ice has melted..Is....Nothing. Nothing But a large, wet, pool of water.
The sculptress is once again alone.
She took her decree absolute and dropped it into the puddle where her husband had been.
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"Since ya didn't say nuthin' we chose this one cuz nobody'd reviewed it yet. Gotta warn ya ahead dude, that this ain't my thing, but Macy said I shuldn't let that stop me. Anywho I'll look it over, and tell ya wat I think. " -- Macy & R. Rated.
"Whatever dictionary you’re using now, I’d suggest using a Webster’s or a Funk and Wagnall, or if you try to have this published in the US you’ll have alott of editors pissed off at you. Change “weighing up it’s” to “weighing up its” since nothing on this side of the ole Pond belongs to an "it". “She could see it’s potential” once again same thing, and I’d include a semi colon after “potential”. “moulded” should be “molded.” “and it had formed” instead of just “it had formed.” “appearance of pliability, It was hard” I’d drop that “It” to a lower case, though I understand that you Limey Brits probably do it different over there. “realise” to “realize.” Hell it took me a few times to write it the first way, because my computer automatically switches it to the “z” form. “character in the ice,” I’d put a semi colon in there instead. “colour” drop the “u” girl. “there is no colour in ice, Only refracted light” now there you go again capitalizing in the middle of a sentence. “sculpture was complete, The artist” damn there ya go again. “melted..Is….Nothing.” Ok an ellipses is three points, not two, and not four, and once again whassup with the capitals that don’t belong. As for the story itself, it was ok, but my boy and I R. Rated couldn’t really get into it, things were happening, but nothing really happened, ya know what I mean? Not alott a soul or depth, but I’m sure you could improve it by studying characterization. Anywho that’s all she wrote for me. This’ll probably be the last time ya here from me, since that’s a pretty sweet deal that Rosedog guy’s offering. I’m outta here. Peace out!" -- Macy & R. Rated.
"Thanks for this, sorry I never got back to you sooner. I'll have a shuftie at yours today. I agree with every word you say *except* changing from English to American. Believe me I form bad habits very quickly and it took me ages to stop putting Z in the middle of everything. The rest though is just sheer bad writing and I've amended my copy but haven't a clue how to edit on here. something I should find out methinks. As to the capitalisation fetish (Oh that was a bad one) I'm thankful and delighted to have grown out of that. This was never meant to be a deep and meaningful *story* it was just an idea that I liked and wanted to put into words I wanted it to be short and snappy and I think to go into characterisation would have made it too long to hold the idea behind it. Thanks again, good review. " -- Sooz, Dalton, England, Cumbria.
"Hey, don't know what happened, but for some reason my story got deleted. Still ache for that review though. Could ya send it to christygeorge46@homtail.com that's my mom's address, but she won't mind. Thanx!" -- Macy & R. Rated.
"Jeffrey (George) Winter... JA St.George, could be same person. Be careful." -- Grahm.
"Thanks Graham, but I don't mind who I review. Thanks for caring :-) " -- Sooz, Dalton-in-Furness, England, Cumbria.
"Muzzle Flash’s Review: ***This piece intrigued me, so I decided to review*** The Iceberg Sue (Sooz) Simpson The sculptress walked twice round the huge piece of ice, weighing up ***ax “up”*** it’s ***its*** perspective. She could see it’s ***its*** potential, ***period, then begin new sentence.*** she looked through the external block and could see the form within. The ice had been taken from a larger iceberg ***I’d say “The piece had been taken from an iceberg” which serves multiple functions, such as: shortening sentence length, avoiding the redundancy of saying “ice” in the same sentence, and eliminating “larger” which is obvious.***, it still formed the contours of the parent block, it had moulded to their shape, it had formed, from their ideals and conditions. The sculptress took up her tools, and bravely ***is “bravely” the correct word to use here. Why would she be suppressing fear, when it came to sculpting this block of ice?*** began to chip away at the iceberg ***You may mean this as a metaphor, but still this is only a piece of the iceberg, not the whole.*** , she tried to form it into it’s ***its*** own shape that was something separate from the parent block, something individual. The iceberg was cold; she wanted to breathe some warmth into it. However, fire and ice, each has the power of destruction over the other. She continued to tap away at the ice, and gradually it began to take shape, ***Period, new sentence.*** it had been rigid, she wanted to give it the appearance of pliability, ***Period, new sentence.*** It was hard she wanted to create the effect of softening the edges, so that ***ax “that”*** it appeared less abrasive and sharp. Above all it was cold and she wanted to create an effect of warmth. Yet she came, with the passage of time, to realise ***realize*** that ***ax “that”*** all these images that ***go through and eliminate all the “that’s” then read them where the sentence no longer makes sense. You will find you don’t need to do a lot of reading.*** were forming were only slights of hand. They were not character in the ice, they were but illusions of a personality where no personality existed. She could see prisms in the sculpture, but what is a prism? It is but an illusion, there is no colour in ice, Only refracted light, light from an external source bouncing from it and making it appear animated. She gave him ***You suddenly interjected “him.” Where are you coming from? Up until now it has appeared to the reader as “it,” This could however be a complex and “unstated to reader” metaphor, so to make sure I shall read on.***, her warmth; she gave him her light. Finally the sculpture was complete, ***Alter comma to period.*** The artist was pleased with herself. She walked again, twice round her iceberg, and saw that, it was still a two dimensional form, it, was inanimate ***Even if it were in all four dimensions, it still would be inanimate. You still may be talking metaphors here, I’m uncertain.***. She needed to breathe life into it. She took her warm hands and put them to his face. It instantly began to loose ***lose*** form beneath her touch. She welcomed this. She saw this melting of the ice, as movement, fluidity, softness ***lose what you feel is the least valuable of these three adjectives. It will help your sentence to become stronger.*** . Her warmth was making it pliable, ***Period, new sentence.*** gone would be the cold rigidity of the ice. Gone would be the iceberg. She watched her statue melt around her. ***Unmetaphorically this cannot be accurate. Unless subjected to long periods to exposed body heat the ice will not melt, especially a large block of ice. Besides the human body would become too cold after a few minutes, and begin to rapidly lose body heat.*** Too late, she realised, ***realized*** that what is left when ice has melted..Is....Nothing. ***Incorrect use of capitalization.*** Nothing But ***but*** a large, wet, pool of water. ***”of water” can be dropped since the reader already knows you are speaking of melting ice.*** The sculptress is once again alone. ***Here you have switched from past tense to present tense.*** She took her decree absolute and dropped it into the puddle where her husband had been. ***Interesting, but very strange, perhaps? metaphoric tale.*** " -- Cam Davis.
"Thanks, terrible gr/punc in this one, it's an early piece. thanks Cam. http://members.lycos.co.uk/suesimpson/" -- Sooz, Dalton, England, Cumbria.
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