Moon Under Water
The 'Moon Under Water' is a Free House pub, off the beaten track, in London, England. The owner, Robert Whittle, is a down-to-earth man who is practical and hard-working. An ex-Grenadier of Her Majesty's Guard, he doesn't believe in magic, but there is something about his dream which he can't quite explain...
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A Regency ghost awakens with amnesia two hundred years after his tragic death. Seeing his distress, Eloïse, a twenty-seven-year-old woman, decides to help him find himself and, perhaps, solve the mystery of why he is now in 2018.
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A Regency ghost awakens with amnesia two hundred years after his tragic death. Seeing his distress, Eloïse, a twenty-seven-year-old woman, decides to help him find himself and, perhaps, solve the mystery of why he is now in 2018.
Inspired by George Orwell's piece of the same name, I have created my own version.
My 'Moon Under Water' might have an enchanted pond, if one believes in fairy tales. Robert Whittle, an ex-Grenadier of Her Majesty's Guard, doesn't believe in magic, but there is something about his dream which he finds troubling. This story is free. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/960018 |
One Tiny Bite
“I can’t say for certain, but it looks like an insect bite of some kind,” the doctor told Frank as he gently touched his swollen flesh. “I can see the puncture point here on your neck, and it doesn’t look like the double-fanged bite of a spider—or a vampire!” He laughed at his own joke, but Frank didn’t.
The skin felt so tight on his face that Frank was afraid it might split if he moved more than his lips.
“I’m going to give you an antihistamine shot, which should reduce the itching and swelling fairly rapidly,” the doctor said as he took a bottle and a packaged syringe from a locked cabinet.
“If you wouldn’t mind giving me access to your backside, a shot there will be less sore later than in your arm.”
Frank turned on the examination table and lowered his pants on one side.
“Oh,” said the doctor, “I can see the redness is nearly to your buttocks. I’m going to have to ask you to undress. You can keep your shorts on.”
Although only Frank’s face and neck showed signs of swelling, the allergic reaction was visible all over his body in the form of a reddish rash.
Frank admitted he hadn’t been conscious of more than his swollen neck and face.
“Well, this should help with it all,” the doctor said as he drew a dose of medicine into the syringe. An antiseptic swab cleaned an area on Frank’s buttocks before the doctor injected the liquid. Another quick swipe removed the dot of blood.
“When you’re ready, come through to my office and I’ll give you a prescription.”
-o0o-
Before the injection or pills could do their job, the swelling had spread to his whole body—not as bad as his face and neck, but he now knew what it felt like to be the Michelin Tyre Man. Within twenty-four hours, though, the injection and the pills he’d been prescribed did their job, and the swelling and rash retreated and disappeared leaving his skin none the worse for the stretch.
-o0o-
He never did find out what had bitten him, which was a great shame (or should he say, a gargantuan shame) because he could have made his fortune with the little blighter. Of course, by the time he was aware of the bite’s benefits, the creature was long gone.
He was now ninety-six-years old and didn’t look a day older than when he’d gone to the doctor’s fifty years ago.
He didn’t wish to know if his life expectancy had increased along with his unaltering appearance, because, who really wants to know when they’re going to die? Besides, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He would just live every day as it came—wrinkle-free.
But, he’d be prepared if he ever got bitten again!
The skin felt so tight on his face that Frank was afraid it might split if he moved more than his lips.
“I’m going to give you an antihistamine shot, which should reduce the itching and swelling fairly rapidly,” the doctor said as he took a bottle and a packaged syringe from a locked cabinet.
“If you wouldn’t mind giving me access to your backside, a shot there will be less sore later than in your arm.”
Frank turned on the examination table and lowered his pants on one side.
“Oh,” said the doctor, “I can see the redness is nearly to your buttocks. I’m going to have to ask you to undress. You can keep your shorts on.”
Although only Frank’s face and neck showed signs of swelling, the allergic reaction was visible all over his body in the form of a reddish rash.
Frank admitted he hadn’t been conscious of more than his swollen neck and face.
“Well, this should help with it all,” the doctor said as he drew a dose of medicine into the syringe. An antiseptic swab cleaned an area on Frank’s buttocks before the doctor injected the liquid. Another quick swipe removed the dot of blood.
“When you’re ready, come through to my office and I’ll give you a prescription.”
-o0o-
Before the injection or pills could do their job, the swelling had spread to his whole body—not as bad as his face and neck, but he now knew what it felt like to be the Michelin Tyre Man. Within twenty-four hours, though, the injection and the pills he’d been prescribed did their job, and the swelling and rash retreated and disappeared leaving his skin none the worse for the stretch.
-o0o-
He never did find out what had bitten him, which was a great shame (or should he say, a gargantuan shame) because he could have made his fortune with the little blighter. Of course, by the time he was aware of the bite’s benefits, the creature was long gone.
He was now ninety-six-years old and didn’t look a day older than when he’d gone to the doctor’s fifty years ago.
He didn’t wish to know if his life expectancy had increased along with his unaltering appearance, because, who really wants to know when they’re going to die? Besides, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He would just live every day as it came—wrinkle-free.
But, he’d be prepared if he ever got bitten again!
Well Dweller
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The Birthday Party
A housewife tries to do her best for her child's birthday party. A mother on her own is no match for a dozen kids...
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A housewife tries to do her best for her child's birthday party. A mother on her own is no match for a dozen kids...
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Confused Memories
'Are you sure that's what happened? That's not the way I remember it...'
Memories are selective, aren't they?
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'Are you sure that's what happened? That's not the way I remember it...'
Memories are selective, aren't they?
To read this free story go here to download it or read it online: Confused Memories
Who hasn't wanted to believe in the little messages found in fortune cookies? When they say 'your luck is about to get better,' or 'you'll have a job promotion,' it is hard not to believe when they're positive improvements. An English couple go to a Chinese restaurant and wonder about their cookies...
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