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. (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] 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]
The Village Green. Sue (Sooz) Simpson
I have a question.
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE VILLAGE GREEN?
Theresa Stephanie Green was born in nineteen sixty-eight to a council tenement mother and a plethora of paternal possibilities.
Had I not known her mother for the low-grade trollop that she was, I might have considered the fact that Sheila Green had perfect speech and enunciated every syllable very slowly and properly. I just don’t think it ever occurred to Sheila during her gin-soaked pregnancy how cruel children would interpret the choice of name she had chosen for her first-born, the first of eight before she was led kicking and screaming to the sterilisation couch.
Theresa’s biggest curse was the fact that she grew up pretty, not to mention pretty fast. By the age of eight, the kids had labelled her ‘Trees are Green’. Soon she was pronouncing her name ‘Trees-are’, something that stuck with her thoughout her childhood and young womanhood.
She was just turned thirteen when some spotty individual first called her ‘The village Green’, and it only took three months before most of the thirteen- to eighteen-year-olds in town had lain on the green.
A girl of limited intelligence, she flaunted her wares provocatively, highlighting the one thing she could ‘sell’ about herself. She never did have much business acumen, and gave freely what could have made her a fortune.
Every man in town followed with his eyes as her curves ebbed and flowed down the street. Halter-tops and short shorts were her uniform. That girl never knew how to keep a secret, least of all her own.
At the age of fifteen she was raped. Theresa sniffled as she ‘spread’ in the stirrups, but still managed to shamelessly leak four different samples of semen into their clinical test tube. The lad got six months, the suits of justice got a laugh and Theresa Green got a new powder compact to replace the one that was broken during the crime.
Over the next three years, Theresa was raped by a further couple of hundred men and boys, but she never seemed to mind much. She even held her skirt up out of the way as yet another faceless penis drove her into the wall at the back of the garages behind the shop.
My Mam wouldn’t let me out with Theresa. “Lay down with dogs and you come away with fleas my girl”, she’d tell me time and again. “You’re a good girl, who’s going to make something of herself. Don’t you go ruining yourself with the likes of that.”
I saw ‘Trees-are’ yesterday; first time in almost twenty years. My, what a fine lady she’s grown into. She walks with her legs closed; I would have expected John Wayne myself. Her clothes are expensively cut and she has been married for fourteen years. And to the same man too.
She stopped to talk to me, even offered to buy me a coffee. Fair cut me up it did; she wasn’t just going to buy me one, she was going to sit and have one with me. With me! Can you believe that?
Okay. Okay, So I’m boring you. Let’s get down to it then. You do look funny standing there like THAT! Are you goin’ t’ leave your socks on then?
Like I said, it’s forty straight, sixty without a rubber and extras are fifteen quid a time.
Funny that, she was going to have coffee with me.
READER'S REVIEWS (2) 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.
"Gabriele Roeder’s Review: Well, I missed the point of that one, probably because I can make neither head nor tail of the sentence: "Like I said, it’s forty straight, sixty without a rubber and extras are fifteen quid a time." I have a feeling that a decent woman must not get the meaning of it. The whole thing goes pretty much against my taste. I could understand the use of bad language to create an atmospere in the former piece, but I don't like to read a story about a trollop. Sorry. --------- Jade’s Review: Heheheh. It seems to me that the author possesses a cynical sense of humor. I like it. *grins* This is a very nice piece of irony. I particularly like the way it's left up to the reader to infer the narrator's situation. "Like I said, it’s forty straight, sixty without a rubber and extras are fifteen quid a time." Made me smirk. “Lay down with dogs and you come away with fleas my girl”, she’d tell me time and again. Eep, just wanted to point out the typo: comma should be inside the quotes. Fun read. Hardly warm and fuzzy, but that's what I enjoyed about it. :-D ------- Keith’s Review: I think there's some really nice phrasing in this. It reads very infoish, which kind of gives it a lecturing feel, which is a shame as with the unique phrasing it could be turned into something of an active tale that has that elusive 'voice' we're all searching for. " -- Cam Davis.
"Thank you for the reviews. I think I sullied Miss Gabriele's pretty little world a bit. Though luckily, despite the inference you don't have to 'be' a trollop to write about one. Thanks Cam. " -- Sooz, Dalton-in-Furness, England, Cumbria.
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