Uplifting Three

The models had been away for most of the time I had lived next door. It was easy to hear when they arrived home Friday evening after being away on a photo shoot as even the soundproofing was not good enough to muffle the giggling as they got out of the lift.

When things were quiet I opened the door and took a deep breath of their scent. I was just filling the kettle when there was knock on my door. When I opened it I was almost bowled over by a concerted rush of femininity that came in.

Andrew’s clothes had just about reached the end of their useful existence when he found the four boxes of clothes in front of the bins. The holes in his shoes had been letting water in for some time, his jeans had more holes than material and his shirt was ripped to shreds as a result of a fight over some thrown out food he’d been eating. He’s lost the fight, the food and more significantly a lot of warmth due to his damaged clothing. The boxes of clothing contained items from a charity shop that hadn’t sold. After three months anything still on the racks was dumped to make way for newer stock. After ratching through the boxes all the way to the bottom, twice, he realised they only contained women’s and girls’ clothes. The solitary pair of foot ware in the largest box was a pink pair of girl’s trainers, [sneakers] but they fit him and were watertight. There were no jeans nor trousers of any description in the boxes.

Life had made the young Andrew cynical, and he suspected if they had their hands on him Social Services would naturally return him to his mother simply because it was the most obvious f*** up they could make.

Uplifting Two

Wondering just what I had agreed to, I opened the door to the apartment. I had never been in one of the top floor dwellings before and did not expect to see a wall of windows in front of me with a great view over the river. There was a small lobby that led directly into the lounge with the view.

Emily breaks a record while Bridie hopes the threat is over for the moment.

Yes, we did stop at the Big Rock Candy Mountain. No, I don't remmeber it. On to Casa Grande...

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 8 The Future Lies in Wait

Tristan said “Young Sire, I was merely a yard-boy in a merchants house when the witch put the spell on me. Only since I have been reborn have I found that I am related to grand people.” He then went on to tell the young prince the full story of how he had been turned into a frog, something that we had kept from the media.

This is my third story I've shared with my little sister for her ongoing project of chronicling all possible  ghostly and paranormal encounters that have taken place in and around Benton. I'm flattered my stories are included. According to an old family legend, the gift of clairvoyance is supposed to run in the Bell family. My late mother Lisa Avery Bell was supposed to have the gift. I suppose she passed that gift onto me and my sister. Anyway putting that aside let's get down to business shall we? You want to be scared, and I have just the tell for you.

Operator Side
Adapted from the game “Silpheed” by GameArts

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 7 The Next Shoe Drops

The next local paper came out on Friday and it had an article in it about “What about that Frog?” which took the reader though the other half of the witches spell and had pictures of Tristan giving his presentation dressed in his Tudor garb. It was all right, fair and factual but lifted the lid on the whole shipment of worms.

Mantra (Malibu Comics) has taken Evie and slipped away from her son Gus, only to fall into the hands of Aladdin. That is not all bad, actually, but she can't stay with them. The first chance she gets, Eden slips away in disguise and tries to find Gus before Aladdin does. And she also has to keep an eye out for the first-arriving ultra friend that she has summoned, one of the strongest and most celebrated heroes of the present day.

The police and surfers lay a trap for the Trafficking gang.

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 6 In the Public Eye

When the article in the paper was printed, we started to get a lot of attention. Many of the local lads found out where I lived and sent me letters to tell me how beautiful I was and that they wanted to marry me.

“Yes” I thought “For a few nights, only!” Thankfully, my phone number was not printed and I did not get pictures of cocks sent to me.

 
Supplement 1 - Helping Alice

 
“Isn’t he cute?” Mom asked.
“Alice says he is,” I replied.
“To the hell with Alice!” dad shrieked.