Midnight. The Rutting Season. Winter came early to the pine forest of Tannochbrae. Snow fluttered down in heavy flakes, white poppy petals on an alien Remembrance Day. There were eight mounds inside the fence, mounted with inconspicuous little red crosses like Christmas decorations. Testimonials to their earlier efforts. Failed experiments… (16+)
Hear Full StoryWe took Tippi with us on our annual pilgrimage to Pig Beach. Now, before you start pointing fingers at us, apportioning blame for what happened, let me tell you about our dark, fair-bird…. (16+)
Hear Full Story‘Tell me something.’ ‘Yeah.’ Marion cups her ample breasts into her tea rose bra, ‘Tell me last night meant something to you.’ ‘Last night meant something to me.’ ‘Don’t be a child. You know what I mean. Why, I’ll wash your mouth out with soap and water!’ (16+)
Hear Full StoryThe rhyme ‘something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue’ refers to the things a bride is supposed to wear on her wedding day to have a successful marriage. And like most superstitions, it doesn’t entirely make sense. (16+)
Hear Full StoryHe became physically and emotionally attached to her during their one-way voyage to the stars. The scientists, light years away on Earth, warned him that this might happen. Subconsciously, as they lay facing each other in their hibernated state, and at their re-awakening. But he never expected to fall in love with her. (18+)
Hear Full StoryShe was sweeping the floor when I crept in. Sharleen. I took the pink ticket from my wallet, and walked up to her altar. There was a silver- bell, a tinker-bell. I rang it. She ignored me…
Hear Full StoryAllure: verb: to entice or tempt someone. noun: attractiveness, appeal. Allure: the power a woman has over a man. (16+)
Hear Full StoryI saw the girl on the bus today. Standing in the wasteland by the burnt-out shell of the reactor… (16+)
Hear Full StoryIf you see a kooky-looking midget with a cracked white porcelain face eating popcorn in your local high street don’t stare at her. Claudia was born with a swollen brain, mental, and physical deficiencies… (16+)
Hear Full StoryMaud was stressed, flustered, hot and bothered. Her cheeks flushed. Her flesh prickled with unbearable heat. Thick sweat ran down her body, pooling in an annoying wet patch in the small of her back… (16+)
Hear Full Story‘It’s over, Allen, I promise. She’s gone. I can feel it. I can feel her, sweetheart, I can feel her…’ (18+)
Hear Full StoryImagine a beautiful expanse of turquoise water, a white sandy beach, inflatable beach toys, and women lounging around in bathing suits… now pollute it! (16+)
Hear Full Story‘The name’s Bond,’ she said, sadly, ‘Jane Bond. Shall we get it over with?’ (18+)
Hear Full StoryMichael flossed, slooshed, cleaned his teeth, then went to his room. He dressed expediently – slipping on a pair of tan punched-wing brogues- collected his leather satchel, and flew out of the house… (16+)
Hear Full StoryAna had changed into a sexy, full-length, black evening dress, split as high as her waist. Her partner caressed her hips. She drew him in and kissed him deeply. They seemed to be well acquainted. (16+)
Hear Full StoryI’m worried about Wioletta. She’s only small. I haven’t seen her since bedtime last night. That’s cool. She likes to hide and play. But she hasn’t come up for air since. And it’s getting dark outside…
Hear Full StoryThe bristling invaded her scalp like itchy dandruff, infuriating her, forcing her to push her wavy bronze hair back behind her ears, and scratch her crown. It spread like wildfire, tainting her face, her swan-thin neck, with an invisible rash. (18+)
Hear Full StoryWe were lost. We missed the village twice. Darcy consulted the atlas spread across her bare knees, ‘Ellsbury Wick must be here, somewhere, back there?’
Hear Full StoryHe feels lonely and unloved. Every night he surfs the internet in search of love. Will his dream come true? Or will he find despair?
Hear Full StoryChantal strutted onto the patio, glided down the stone steps, threw her lady-bundle onto the sun lounger, and faced the camera. The sun lit up her burnt sienna hair… (18+)
Hear Full StoryThe shape was clearer now: an umbra, an unyielding circular sunglass surrounded by a thick black line, fading. The vision in the rest of her eye was just a blur. Her good eye shut. And she went into total eclipse. (16+)
Hear Full StoryIt is five-sixteen, rush hour, Poet’s Day, on Friday 20th July 2029. Time for Stretch Class… (16+)
Hear Full StoryMarlene and I snuggle up together, lying on top of the bed, mid-afternoon. When the sun feels fiercest on our skins and our stomachs have had time for lunch to go down. Very carefully, she climbs off of me. (16+)
Hear Full StoryThe Hut lies beyond the auld groin. The rotting sea timbers cut a black swathe through the estuarial slime. It is dusk. The man-sucking, fermenting morass of ragworm-infested mud flats stretches as far as the eye can see… (18+)
Hear Full Story‘How big were these jellyfish?’ Tess spread her hands apart more than a foot, ‘Oh, these were big ones, David!’ (18+)
Hear Full StoryI didn’t expect to find the photo, but one grab of the large cardboard box, and it bounced out from the stool it was on. I heard that you’re settled down Read more stories by Meaghan Kalena on Booksie: https://www.booksie.com/users/meaghan-kalena-274663
Hear Full StoryMarnie wants the perfect child. She wants a boy. I want a girl. We set about creating new life… (16+)
Hear Full StorySuffolk, 1946: It was snowing when the train pulled into Myrtlesham Halt. (16+)
Hear Full Story‘I had the loveliest dream, Maman,’ Marie said, pushing herself into an upright seated position with her strong legs, ‘I dreamed I fell in love with a man.’ ‘Ah, but that is a lovely dream, Cheri!’ (16+)
Hear Full Story‘Think I’m vain, don’t you Mum?’ ‘I don’t think you’re vain, poppet. You had a thick vein. It needed to be cut out. I paid for you. He cut it out.’ (16+)
Hear Full Story‘Do you wear stockings?’ Occasionally, you’ll find a pair of black stockings with a red suspender belt in the top drawer. She looks around. We’re alone in the moonlight… (18+)
Hear Full StoryIt was late morning, two days after Patrick’s party. There was no food in the house and Joe had gone out to the shops. He had told Bella he would not be long, and Bella was lying on the settee in the main room, with her eyes closed and the music playing. She was hungry and waiting for Joe to return so they could cook something up for lunch… (18+) About the Author Luna Walter was born in the English Countryside and still lives in Worcestershire. She is very dyslexic and never meant to write a book. In fact, this book started its life as several thousand drawings and a few dozen pottery figures. Turning it into words has taken years. Luna works as a commercial artist and a tutor; teaching mostly students with learning difficulties, special educational needs, brain injuries and mental health issues. She appeared in a BBC, Panorama program back in the 1970’s, as a perfect example of a child struggling with dyslexia and has found reading and writing a challenge all her life. This story is based on a disturbing dream that the writer had whilst in a very unhappy marriage, it is a fantasy and […]
Hear Full StoryMy girl Gillian was a girl in a million. I know she was because Archie Harradine told her so…
Hear Full StoryI go to my special place, retrieve it and put it in her hand. She clasps it in front of her face, pursing her lips as though preparing to kiss it. “Don’t do that! It’s not clean.” Defiantly, she slowly slides the key down the fabric stretched around her body, down towards her thighs. Uses it to pluck at the hem of her nightdress, pulls it revealingly back, holds the moment, gives me a mischievous, teasing smile… (16+) About the Author Adam Carlton has a background in artificial intelligence. His participation in a left-wing political organisation precludes further information although he has this to say: “In the demi-monde of a darkening Paris I write the dreams and nightmares of a society in turmoil.” Adam has had stories published in The Ronin Express, volumes 7 and 8, and by the Aphelion Webzine. Link to PDF of his short stories: Short Stories 2019 by Adam Carlton: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1zh9nqf-bpHZZSd7crhMK5UgQGc453IOC/view Link to Adam’s Booksie portfolio: https://www.booksie.com/portfolio-view/adamcarlton-257536/
Hear Full StoryScandal spreads like plague in our little hamlet. Taylin carefully removes her fishnet mittens, picks a sheaf of papers off the lectern, and reads: (16+)
Hear Full Story‘You can put your gun away, Commander. Come in and give me a hug. The water’s lovely and warm!’ (18+)
Hear Full StoryThe boatmen said she has haunted the marsh at the same time every evening since she disappeared, presumed drowned, in the estuary at Salt Marsh. Some spoke of her aura, an iridescent green hue which surrounded her as she trod her way across the mud at night. (16+)
Hear Full StoryEvie’s heart-breaking story. An adulterous woman fights cancer, as her husband struggles to cope. Ruth Pownall gives her most emotional, tear-jerking, performance yet. (16+)
Hear Full Story‘My name’s Georgie,’ she disclosed, ‘Shall we go outside and play in the garden?’ (16+)
Hear Full Story‘There,’ she whispered, ‘Now keep still. Forget the world. Think about me.’ (18+)
Hear Full StoryIt was Avril who alerted me to the deficiency in cheese. Not just any cheese. Not a blue-veined. (16+)
Hear Full Story‘What am I meant to do with these?’ ‘Keep them, as a memento of my love.’ (18+)
Hear Full StoryHe slept on until early afternoon, then lay still, calm, reflecting on his unforgettable night. (16+)
Hear Full StoryShe was sitting in the restaurant when Keir saw her, noticeably different in appearance from the other students. Smartly dressed in a creamy-beige blouse, her top three buttons undone, a dark brown corduroy skirt worn above the knee. (16+)
Hear Full Story‘I underwent my final metamorphosis, emerging as a beautiful imago for my unsuspecting lover after dusk.’ (18+)
Hear Full Story‘I dreamed I was a child again. After that I must’ve hallucinated.’ (16+)
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