Lana hasn’t changed at all since I initiated the affair. She is still the same woman I left gentle, refined, sophisticated, charming, and beautiful. She has the vitality and physique of a woman half her age.
Hear Full Story‘What are you? Leave me alone! Get out of me, won’t you?’ Izzy is inseminated by alien spores during an evening jog through the forest.
Hear Full Story‘I’m not distracted! Don’t say that!’ A disturbing tale of photo-erotic obsession.
Hear Full StoryKarlsson, a male Swede, dies having sex with Larsson, a female Swede. Then Olsson and Sveinsson, get involved, and all hell breaks loose.
Hear Full Story‘Did you think I was going to crack under the pressure? Go on, admit it, I had you fooled there, didn’t I?’
Hear Full StoryTwo college students from vastly different social classes, Alex, and Jacqui, are set up on a blind date by Suzie: sunbathing on Wittering Beach, then a romantic candlelit dinner. Alex is a hermit who has never known love. He worries Jacqui might not turn up. Fears she’ll break his heart if she does. The date starts badly and gets progressively worse… A story about love, respect, and the implications for new relationships.
Hear Full StoryCharlie is killed in a car crash at Christmas – but that’s just the beginning, of Charlie. A heartening story of hope for Christmas? Or the prelude to Jess’s worst nightmare?
Hear Full StoryIt is a freezing cold night in January 1945. The War is nearly over. Sarah is in the mood for love. She enters the village hall where she meets an American airman. He asks if she can dance the jitterbug. Sarah has been practising all day. They leave the hall. He walks her home. She asks if he would like to stay the night. The surprise builds up in Sarah like a white rabbit about to burst out of a magician’s hat.
Hear Full StoryMy problem is my night sweats. It’s a problem many of us suffer this time of year. But why?
Hear Full StoryAre they really me? Do they look alright? Should the frames be black? Or should they be white? Is the glass too dark? Is the glass too bright? Should I wear them now? Should I wait till night? Is this really me? Do I feel alright? Should my skin be black? Should my skin be white? Are my thoughts too ‘girl’? Would a ‘boy’ feel right? Should I be one now? Should I change tonight? Am I really me?
Hear Full StoryAs sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone, To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost, Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue. The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks, I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or fear, The mushroom cloud that flourished here, as he clung to his girl… so near. The blue girl floats within her womb, the test tube-capsuled, frozen tomb, Inverted, nude, her lifeform squirms, her body warming up in terms, Of radiation-blasted heat, which peeled her skin off like a sheet, Her expectations sore-denied, her liver grilled, her kidneys fried, As she concedes the life that died, when doctors sealed her fate inside, A stasis tube of forlorn hope. I close my eyes, I claw and grope, Till I find her umbilical cord, and say the sacrificial word, Her cryogenic dreams decay, as I pull her sweetheart… away.
Hear Full Story‘Swing those arms. Let your buddy roll like a porpoise in brine!’ An unusual holiday love story with a happy ending.
Hear Full StoryShe vowed to love him until the end of time. He promised to love her for all eternity. ‘I think this is some of your best writing yet!’ – Isla
Hear Full StoryTwo girls find sex, love, and intimacy in a secret garden in the heart of the forest. What can possibly go wrong? Note: all characters in this story are aged 18 or over.
Hear Full StoryDear Linda, I found your old diaries this morning. I sat on the rectory bench where we used to meet, the weak autumn sun in my face, turning the faded pages of a life filled with love and tears. Do you remember the tennis courts where we played when we were young? They’re overgrown now, covered in moss, dying leaves, curling crisps of bronze and gold. Their nets are torn to shreds, like my heart. I closed your book and thought of all the good times we had. I miss you. Daniel xx
Hear Full StoryA dystopian city divided by cruel apartheid into purists and undesirables faces annihilation by robotic drones. Maria tells tales, informing the authorities of the whereabouts of undesirables, sending them to certain death. Widowed by warfare, she must fight to save herself and her children, Kiran and Keira, as the bombs fall and the firestorm spreads through the city. Will she survive the holocaust, who will help her, and if she survives, will she atone?
Hear Full StorySorry to beg of you this morning. I wish I could tell you my story about the Unbelievable Highs. But I’m dumb. Please, I beg of you, provide me with a roof over my head, a warm bed to rest my weary body, some love and affection. I get so cold and sad living on the streets. Help me before it’s too late. They tell me Winter is coming. Thank you for reading me, Lydia.
Hear Full StoryI need you to love me today, Maria. Here inside the tree house. I don’t have much time left.
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