The Great Pitstop Pandemonium - ConclusionDaphne’s head was spinning. She had suggested drawing them out into the open, but she had not figured on the idea that he would drug and take them... take them...
She wasn’t exactly sure where she was, only that she could feel a cool breeze on her face, and her head was spinning - no, wait a minute, it wasn’t her head was spinning, it felt as if she was immobile and spinning at the same time...
She opened her eyes, to see the sky spinning slowly in front of her. She tried to move he r hands to stop it, but as she glanced to her side she could see she was secured with heavy leather straps to a white wooden board, and it was this that seemed to be moving. As the platform slowly turned, she looked to one side, and a short distance away she could see Velma, strapped to a similar board with a thick leather pad covering her mouth.
“Which would explain the taste of rubber in my own,” Daphne thought to herself as she tried moving her own li
Missed Her By That Much... At Her Flat8.30 amMissed Her By That Much... At Her Flat11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The grey van did not look out of place as it pulled up beside the Victorian terraced house. From inside, the two men looked at the front door.
“Which flat is it?”
“Ground floor - I suggest we go round the back and park, and then come in from the rear entrance.”
The driver nodded as he set off again, turning down the service road as a tall, dark haired girl came out of the front of the building and walked down the street.
“What time’s your first lecture?”
Katie looked up from the breakfast bar and replied “Ten o’clock - I’m going to head off in a few minutes. You?”
Alex smiled as she said “Not until twelve, so I’m going to hit the shops first.” She was a short, slightly rotund girl, with short cut black hair, and was wearing a white t-shirt over a dark blue long sleeved top, a pair of blue denim shorts, dark leggings and knee length tan leather boots.
Katie was taller and thinner, with
Missed Her By That Much... In The EndDave turned his head as he heard Alex and Katie laughing under their hoods, but said nothing as he got behind the wheel and set off....Missed Her By That Much... In The End10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Thank you, Charlotte, I think that will take care of things for the moment - I’ll bid you a good day.”
Charlotte Danson smiled at her lawyer as he put on his coat and collected his briefcase. The twenty two year old was wearing a Springsteen concert t-shirt, with the cover of Born in the USA on the front, grey leggings with baggy white socks pulled over the bottom, and a pair of slippers on her feet. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, while her blue eyes sparkled almost as much as her smile.
“I’ll be in touch,” Mr Peabody said as he walked with her to the front door of the flat, doffing his hat before he left. As she closed the door, Charlotte stood with her back to it and sighed - it had been one hell of a morning, running from pillar to post, but finally she was in a posit
Short ShortsThat summer of 1971 was a magical one, one in which I first found the freedom to express who I truly was, albeit in a way that caused a little difficulty for the four students in the house next to mine.Short Shorts2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had just finished my training, and was eager to show the world what I had to offer, as well as please my instructors, so I laid my plans carefully. I knew they were the daughters of very wealthy men and women, and those rich parents would pay handsomely for them to be safely returned. So I found a nice isolated cabin, invested in furnishing the place to a basic level, and got some supplies in. Then I waited.
They all had nice names that reflected the sunny California air – May, April, June and Summer. It was May that I decided would be first, over the course of one Friday night and Saturday morning.
She worked as a singer at a local night club, so the other girls knew she would be late back anyway, and sometimes she stayed away all night. Perfect fo
Missed Her By That Much... At The University10 amMissed Her By That Much... At The University11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As he pulled into the yard at the back of the university building, Jack looked round before climbing out of the driver’s seat and walking round to the side door. As he opened it, Katie and Alex looked round, their heads now covered in brown burlap bags.
“You going to be able to keep an eye on them,” he said to Dave, who was sitting with his arms on his knees watching the two girls wriggle round.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he said with a big smile, “you go and get the Charlotte chick, and we’ll be on our way tout suite.” Jack smiled a she picked up a toolbox and closed the van door, walking towards a rear entrance to the building.
“Thank you for dropping by - I’ll see you at the tutorial tomorrow.”
Professor Jane Lawton watched as the dark haired student walked out of her outer office and down the corridor, her coat hitting lightly on the back of her legs as she did so. Professor Lawton was
I Told You...“Oh come on, Betty, it will be exciting. Nothing can possibly go wrong, Betty. It will be a blast Betty - we will be the heroes of the...”I Told You...9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“All right, all right - so I goofed. I’m sorry - but we need to find a way out of this.”
Veronica looked at her friend, as the man pulled her hands behind her back and she heard the ripping sound of silver tape coming off a roll, and let out a sigh. Betty was right, in a way - she had persuaded her to come into this, and now they were both in trouble.
Them and their friend Ethel...
The day had started just like any other at Burnfield College - the students walking in, chatting to each other and looking forward to their classes. For Veronica Berry, the first class of the day was Drama - a subject she tried her best at, but even she had to admit she was better at the technical and writing side then the acting.
That was the forte of her two best friends - Betty Drake and Ethel Corman. They had been friends for years,
Two by Two1st MayTwo by Two9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Right - you two, get in there and don’t give us any more trouble!”
Chantel glared at the two masked men as she and her secretary Devon were pushed into the store room of the office. It was the lunch break, and they had hoped to catch up with some filing and other paperwork after a week in which they had managed to shift over twenty properties.
Instead, the two men had come in after the last of the rest of the staff had left, locked the doors and held them at gunpoint. Devon, fearful for their safety, had immediately raised her hands, the sleeves of her light grey jacket slipping down as it opened to show her black camisole. Chantel had been less easy to co-operate, but the very large pistol that had been shown to her was very persuasive.
She had allowed them to pull her hands behind her back and bind her wrists tightly with the thick rope, then stood impassively, her face framed by her long brown hair as Devon received the same treatment.
Missed Her By That Much... At The Deli11.30 amMissed Her By That Much... At The Deli11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Right,” Dave said as he parked the van outside Manny’s Deli, “You keep an eye on the four back there. I’ll go in, find Charlotte, and bring her out here.”
“Sounds good,” Jack said as he looked at the four captives, quietly mewling under the canvas hoods. “Your four ladies just stay quiet now, and we’ll be able to let you go soon enough.”
Climbing out from the front of the van, Dave stood on the double yellow lines that lined the road by the pavement, and walked towards the wooden and glass door with a sign saying “Open” on the front. Opening the door, he saw that the deli was empty, save for a young woman standing behind the counter.
She was about five foot four tall, with short blonde hair, and was wearing a short sleeved blue blouse and long trousers, with a pair of comfortable trainers on her feet. “Hi,” she said as Dave walked towards her, “Can I
Double CrossBelieve me, when I walked into the club and ordered the drink, the last thing on my mind was getting involved with a silly plot and coming out richer on the other side. All I wanted was to forget for a little while about the debt I had to pay off in two weeks - and then how to get away from the place.Double Cross5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I stood at the bar, looking round the dance floor, my eyes were drawn to this blonde who was standing nearby. She was about five seven, with long blonde hair held back by a white headband, and was wearing a pair of very stylish grey trousers, a white long sleeved silk blouse and a black silk scarf round her neck, the ends to the left side of her neck.
She looked at me and smiled, then walked over and pushed herself up onto the bar stool next to me. “Buy a girl a drink,” she said as she looked at me, her long eyelashes fluttering in the light of the lamps. So I nodded to the barman, and he brought her a cocktail.
“Cheers,” I said as I looked at
The Three MonkeysSee no evil...The Three Monkeys3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was woken by the sound of the curtains blowing against the glass of my bedroom windows. I have to admit that such a soft sound would not wake most people, but I am a very light sleeper.
Turning over in my bed, I switched on the bedside lamp and got out of bed, looking at myself in the mirror on my wardrobe door before I walked to the window. I smiled as I saw the way my blonde hair fell over my bare shoulders, then went over and closed the window to.
It was a cool evening, and I returned to my bed, determined to get some more sleep as I turned the light off. I had to be up early in the morning, as it was my turn to open the store, turn off the alarm, and get the display racks ready for the shoppers to look at and admire.
As I closed my eyes, there was nothing to disturb my peace, nothing to give me any cause for concern as I slowly started to drift off...
It was the creak of the board I heard first, but before I had a chance to open my eyes I f
Missed Her By That Much... At The Lawyers1 pmMissed Her By That Much... At The Lawyers10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The offices of Mumford and Peabody were in a tree-lined avenue in one of the more wealthy suburbs of the city, meaning that the grey van stood out a little as it stopped on the road.
“Can’t you keep that lot quiet in the back,” Jack called over his shoulder as he heard a muffled group of yells and wails.
“If you don’t shut up,” he heard Dave say, “Then...” The calls suddenly stopped, making Jack smile as he looked at the door to the building.
“Right,” he said as he picked up a balaclava and his handgun, “Keep your phone on. I’m going to go inside, and if she’s not there I’ll call you, all right?”
Babs Carter hated her lunch hour. As Mister Peabody left with his last client, she smiled and said she would be fine, lying through her teeth as she said it. She hated having to do the office cover for the phones, but everyone had to do their turn, and she had to make t
Party Poopers“Well, I’ll give you full credit, Ellie, that is one hell of a costume for the party.”Party Poopers3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eleanor blushed at the compliment from Harriet, as she looked at herself in the mirror of her bedroom. The two girls had been invited to a party at a club Eleanor’s father was a member of, and the theme, naturally enough for the time of year, was horror.
“Yeah,” Eleanor said as she looked over at the redhead, “but it’s not exactly me, is it?” She was wearing white nurse’s uniform, the top buttons undone and a thick blue canvas belt around her waist, but there was a stain at the front to represent blood. She had used tomato juice - and the uniform was an old one of her mother’s. Her long brunette hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had sued a combination of flour and soot from an old coal fire to make herself look more ghoulish. The outfit was completed by a pair of black fishnet tights and a pair of Edwa
Grand NationalA cold wind was blowing over the Mersey on this particular Saturday, but it was doing nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of the crowds that were gathering at Aintree racecourse for the running of the Grand National. Much of the media focus was on the Walsh family, and the possibility that a woman that might finally win the best known National Hunt race in the world, but they were not the only trainers involved in the race.Grand National8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
One in particular had high hopes for his entry, Best Chance. As he got out of the Jaguar, and looked at the growing melee, he stuck his head back in and said “Looks like the bookies are going to have a big day today, girls.”
“Of course they are, Daddy - it’s the National!” Lucinda Ponsonby-Benson stepped out of the car and fixed her large white hat to her head with a hat pin. “Come on Tara - we want to get something to eat before the big race.”
Tara Smith, Luci’s friend and flatmate, climbed out of
The Cat and The Three KittensOne of the things that used to, and still do, amaze me is how different members of the same family can be - even those who you think would be the most similar of all, such as twins or even triplets.The Cat and The Three Kittens10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It would have been early 1979, and I had entered a house in the outskirts of Sheffield to see what I could collect. I had completed my search of the upstairs rooms, and was looking through the bookcase in the main room when the door opened and a tall, slightly larger blonde haired woman came in. She was wearing a short sleeved light grey jerkin over a brown high necked jumper with a scarf, a long brown suede skirt and high heeled baggy leather boots, and had a beret the colour of her jerkin on her head.
Well, she was going to scream, so I grabbed her and put my hand over her mouth - just as two more women came in. One was slimmer, wearing a pair of tight silver pants that looked like they had been sprayed on, and a bustier top of a similar colour under a faded denim jacket. The other on
Wrapped Up In WorkAly was bored - the day had been one of those where there had been few customers, and even fewer sales, so when her manager had left an hour earlier and told her to lock up when the store closed she knew it was going to be worse. She looked at the customer by the shelves of everyday scarves and smiled, hoping that would encourage her to buy something.Wrapped Up In Work8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked the type to wear a scarf - about five foot six, wearing a brown dogtooth design jacket and skirt, with light hose and brown leather shoes with a short heel. She had short brown hair cut into a tight bob. “At least I might make some sales, and save the day for La Beauté des Foulards,” she said to herself.
The shop was a small one, tucked into the corner of an old Victorian arcade, and specialised in scarves of all shapes and sizes. Rachel liked it for that, and smiled at the young assistant behind the counter. The girl had shoulder length black hair, and was wearing a white blouse
Tied with PrejudiceIt is indeed a truth universally acknowledged that a young man in possession of a small fortune must be in want of a good wife. It is also a truth, not so universally acknowledged, that a young man who is not in possession of such a fortune may seek to gain that fortune by ways both fair and foul. Some six months after the events I related in my previous tale, an event occurred which showed both the truth of that latter statement, and also the strength of character that comes not from noble breeding but from the heart.Tied with Prejudice11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I say, some six months had passed since that happy day when I had pledged my troth to Darcy, and my sister Jane had also joined and become Mrs Charles Bingley. The time had seemed to pass most quickly, with all the balls and arrangements that are suddenly thrust upon the young wives of well known men, but we had finally managed to arrange some time away from the social whirl and just be ourselves once again.
So it was that on a warm summer’s day Jane and I were
Heidi In Charge - Part 2The two women looked at each other, then at their daughters, before Dorothy mumbled “whtdukn?”Heidi In Charge - Part 210 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Mum, just hug Amy,” Cindy said as she patted her mother’s shoulder. Amy looked at Dorothy, and smiled, her lips visible under the plaster gag as she put her arms around Dorothy and hugged her closer.
“That’s better,” Cindy said as she crossed Amy’s wrists and tied them tightly together. Dorothy nodded as she put her head on Amy’s shoulder and held her close as well, Heidi binding her wrists tightly together as well before she started to tie her mother’s ankles tightly together.
As Cindy did the same thing for her mother, Heidi secured Dorothy’s wrists to Amy’s ankles, and then started to tie their legs together just above their knees so that they were bound together. Cindy secured her mother in the same way, and then started to bind them together around their waists, and then their arms and upper
Hospital TraumaAs Coleen Wicks walked into the clinic on that summer's day, she had no idea she was destined to play an important part in a story that would never ever be fully told. But then, that's always the lot of the background player - the role they play is never really understood, never really appreciated. The plain truth is, as I saw her come into the reception area and walk towards the changing rooms, it was her height and build that told me she was perfect for my need.Hospital Trauma1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I put down the way out of date magazine back on the seat and followed her, making sure I wasn't seen as she walked through a plain white door. I had identified it at previous visits as the Nurse's changing room - the perfect place to make my preparations for that day.
I looked from side to side and slipped in, making sure I did not make a sound. There was Coleen, standing in front of her locker, hanging her red leather jacket up inside as she took out a starched white nurses' dress
I wanna hold your hand“Hoots Mon, there’s a moose, loose, aboot this hoos...”I wanna hold your hand3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Agnes McLeod listened to the sounds of the radio as she dried her long brown hair off. It was the last night of term at St Blazius, and her friends from the Upper Sixth had decided to dress up for a night on the town. As the daughter of the chair of Scottish Steel, she had decided to go for a traditional style of dress, but modded up a little as she would put it.
So she had put on a long sleeved blouse, the top two buttons left open to attract the young men, and a knee length tartan kilt in the colours of the Black Watch, a matching bonnet perched to one side on her head. The outfit was completed by a pair of black and white leather kitten heels.
“My you are going to paint the town red,” her roommate said as she returned from the shower back, a towel round her body as she rubbed her blonde hair with another.
“I know - I just feel as if I’m coming to the next stage,” Agnes
Not AgainDo you want to know what one of the most uncomfortable and disgusting sounds I have ever heard is? Rope rubbing against wet suede, that's what. It sends shivers down my spine when I hear it, and right now I'm hearing it a lot, as I try to free my legs from their constriction.Not Again11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
All I bloody well wanted to do was phone for a recovery van as well - and here I am in the middle of what would pass for a reconstruction on Crimewatch UK - except this is no reconstruction, this is the real thing. After all, those guns are real, and the two women sitting in the chairs looking at me are as frightened as I am.
Perhaps I'd better start at the beginning - after all, this is not the first time this has happened to me. It was a few years back when I walked into an open door of the house next door, and found myself hogtied next to the women f the house while those masked fiends took the men away - but that was in the past.
"You're never going to do that again, Hettie Cooper," I said to myself at the
A Business ArrangementIt was late, and the red streak across the horizon was beginning to fade into a darkening sky as the lights went on around the buildings. A familiar grey building on the estate was also well lit, with people working late as they awaited reports and returning teams.A Business Arrangement9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Madame X was at her desk, studying carefully a report she had just received, when there was a knock on the door.
“Come,” she called out, and Penelope entered, wearing a stunning red dress with gold lame sewn in to it. The dress was cut off one shoulder, the arm on the other side encased in a fitted glove sleeve. The front of the dress was cut to allow her to reveal her stocking clad legs, and she wore a pair of stiletto heels on her feet.
“Ah Penelope,” Madame X said, her warm and inviting voice soft and gentle in the tone, “How was the reception?”
“Most illuminating, Madame,” Penelope said as she sat down. “I believe I know the layout of the Manor
As Time Goes By - Part 3“So, is this the first time you have ever been in this situation?”As Time Goes By - Part 39 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What, held hostage in my own home by a crazy masked woman with a gun,” Carol said quietly. “No, I don’t think I can say this has ever happened to me personally. What about you, Kate?”
Carol turned and looked at her daughter. “What? When did that happen?”
“Earlier today - that was what I was coming round to talk to you about Mum. The jewellery store I work in was robbed this lunchtime. Two men in motorcycle helmets came in, made Bobbi, Dave and me sit on the floor behind the counter, taped our wrists and ankles, and then covered our mouths before they took the contents of the display cabinets.”
“My god,” Carol said as she pulled her daughter closer to her again, “I’m sorry you went through that, darling.”
“It is a little unfortunate,” the masked woman said as
As Time Goes By - Part 4The blonde haired woman who was standing there was wearing a tan leather jacket and a pair of patterned leggings, the legs of which were tucked into brown leather boots that went over her knees. “Good evening,” she said as she looked up, “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I am collecting for... Carol?”As Time Goes By - Part 49 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Amanda,” Carol said as she recognised her boss, “What are you doing here?”
“I... I’m a volunteer for the local homeless shelter,” the blonde haired woman stammered out. “We put a bag through your door the other day, and I’m going to each of the houses in the area to see if you have anything.” She looked at the older woman, and then said “Of course, I’m not sure if you would have anything worth giving to charity - I suspect you still wish to wear those things.”
Carol had to stop herself from shouting, when a sudden thought occurred to her. “Actually,
Living the PartShe was sat in a wooden chair, looking from side to side as the intruder methodically searched through the contents of her bedroom furniture. It had been a long, difficult day at the office, and she had come home hoping to have a long bath, a couple of glasses of wine and an early night.Living the Part5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Instead, she had been surprised almost as soon as she had closed the door by the masked woman. The intruder was dressed from head to toe in black, with only her eyes showing from the holes in the balaclava covering her head, and her voice was distorted, tinny, but her intention was very clear by the way she had pointed the gun and told the young woman to shut up.
The next twenty minutes had been spent securing her to the chair. She was wearing a grey fitted jacket and knee length skirt, with a white camisole top underneath, and knee length tight black leather boots with a two inch heel. The intruder had tied her wrists tightly behind her back, and then used a coil of rope to ti
LindaI’m not what you would call a special woman - I live in a small town, with my husband, have an ordinary job and live an ordinary wife. In one way, however, I guess you could say I have an extraordinary life - because every midsummer’s day, I seem to get robbed in my own house. I don’t know what I do to deserve it, but that’s what happens.Linda6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still remember the first year it happened - we had just moved into the house, with my daughter who was then about twelve, and she had gone to a friend’s house while my husband was out to work. I was taking the day off, doing some things around the house, and in those days I tended to dress casually.
On this particular June day, I had on a coral pink top with a round neck and capped sleeves, a matching pair of shorts, and for no other reason than I wanted to a pair of white heels and ankle socks. I also had a pair of white earrings on, and for some reason I was trying out a new light blue e