Easy As Falling Off A Log.
by Bonzi Cat & 'is Mum.
part:256. (Isn't that a quarter of a Gigastory?).

I spun around in my seat, "Simon, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," he said.

"Doing a re-enactment of the Alamo. The police didn't like the bit with live ammo."

He stood and shook his head. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes, can I?"

Easy As Falling Asleep
by Bonzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzi
part:255

I went up to my room, if that dopey copper arrested me, fine, I'd plead guilty, but tell the court what happened. Court, yeah, should I get some practice in for when they charge me with killing someone.

A half an hour, 45 minutes outside town, the hills begin to lift, and
if you know just where to look, you see the first blue line of
mountains reaching towards the sky. That's where he left the highway,
dipped and swooped through steepening hills, past trees that seemed to
grow taller, deeper green as we climbed. A gravel road following the

I watched deep blue lighten to gray, felt that extra stillness, extra
quiet of a weekend morning in a strictly-business downtown. Standing by
the hotel window, I stared down the long, straight, empty streets of
this place I didn't know, at all the hopes and happiness, despair and
desperation sheltering under the endless neat rows of roofs, beneath

You always worry, can they see? Is there something, maybe the way
you've let your hand relax or your wrist bend, despite all the times
you've caught yourself and clenched your fingers, straightened the
curve. Something -- the way you hold a hand to your mouth? Or tilt your
head? Why do you hook your knees together when you sit: ankle on

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Bonzi Cat (an' 'er).
part 249.

I managed to get Simon into the kitchen alone. "Just where were you last night?"

"Erm, yeah, sorry about that, I did text you."

"When I was in bed. It frightened the death out of Des."

"Did it?" he laughed, then obviously re-ran what I said, "It what!"
He laughed nervously, you are joking aren't you?"

Halfway across the river, the ferry turns. The gulls, as always, surprised by the boat's movement now wheel and dive, complaining cries as they take up their stations once again. The turn means a breeze from a fresh direction can ruffle hair, feather the hem of the skirt that after all these months I dare to wear so that it dances round my knees.

I try to shape my days now by my work. Numbers in charts, words battered out of a keyboard, spit out from a whirring printer: Let's say it is work like that I do, work meant for grey-walled cubicles under flickering fluorescent lights.

Maybe what keeps us on our course is fearing how the shock of change will shake the people whom we know.

The fountain that my own fingers recall, nothing like this: Drawn from a pond, a puddle. But, oh, how I felt an ocean of you crashing in. Ocean: warm saltiness of life, thick with potential, humming with energy barely contained, condensed of beating hearts and fluttering gills and lashing tails of a million, of a billion tiny creatures saying: Live, live.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by: Angharad
part 244.

On the drive back to Dad's house, I called Des, fortunately he was there, I'd meant to do it the day before but got sort of side lined.

"Hi Des, it's Cathy Watts."

"Oh, hello darlin' to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Simon and I have been up to see my dad and thought it would be super to say hello this evening if you're free."

Easy As Falling Off A Bike,
by Angharad
part 242.

"Cathy can you help me with this?" Lesley approached me with an open A4 binder.

"She's supposed to be on sick leave," shouted someone else.

Easy As Falling Off A Bed.
by Angharad.
part 20 dozen.

I limped back to bed.

"What's up with you?" said Simon noticing my shuffling gait.

"I think I pulled something weeing."

"What like the flush?" he chuckled to himself.

"Ha bloody ha, no a bit of me."

"I thought you had the bit you used to pull, cut off."

"Simon this isn't funny, it hurts."

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part 238.

by Phantasi Boi

Intro: Here’s my 1st attempt at a serial, I don’t know how long it will be as yet, or where it’s headed, I’m making it up as I go along. I welcome comments be they praise or criticism. I know I’m a novice and there’s no way this will be as good as my favourite stories on here, but I’m trying my best.

“Well you don’t help the situation, if you’d have a haircut like your dad keeps suggesting, you might look a bit more masculine.” She replied

“I like long hair, I’ve always had long hair, I don’t see how that makes me look like a girl” he said sulkily