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April 2013

Dark Houses

Q: What do award-winning South African author Lauren Beukes and I have in common?

A: We’ve both written stories about dark, spooky time-shifting houses.

Her new story The Shining Girls does sound fabulous. Although mine probably contains more spanking.

And it was lovely of her to retweet my story.

Best of luck with the new book Lauren; it sounds smart, edgy and thought-provoking, just my kind of book.

Dark Houses

Q: What do award-winning South African author Lauren Beukes and I have in common?

A: We’ve both written stories about dark, spooky time-shifting houses.

Her new story The Shining Girls does sound fabulous. Although mine probably contains more spanking.

And it was lovely of her to retweet my story.

Best of luck with the new book Lauren; it sounds smart, edgy and thought-provoking, just my kind of book.

Your post from the.15 of February got me so turned on, if only I had my own stone phallus to ride…

Every home should have one.

I wonder, would you hide yours away in your bedroom, or display it proudly in your living room?

It could be an eye-catching conversation piece of exceptional craftsmanship.

“My goodness!” visitors would gasp, “… is that a …”

“Finest soapstone.” you’d say nonchalantly, “Luxuriously smooth for a delectable ride.”

“You mean you …?”, your visitors would splutter nervously.

“Naturally” you’d reply, “… would you care to try it?”

Your post from the.15 of February got me so turned on, if only I had my own stone phallus to ride…

Every home should have one.

I wonder, would you hide yours away in your bedroom, or display it proudly in your living room?

It could be an eye-catching conversation piece of exceptional craftsmanship.

“My goodness!” visitors would gasp, “… is that a …”

“Finest soapstone.” you’d say nonchalantly, “Luxuriously smooth for a delectable ride.”

“You mean you …?”, your visitors would splutter nervously.

“Naturally” you’d reply, “… would you care to try it?”

Your post from the.15 of February got me so turned on, if only I had my own stone phallus to ride…

Every home should have one.

I wonder, would you hide yours away in your bedroom, or display it proudly in your living room?

It could be an eye-catching conversation piece of exceptional craftsmanship.

“My goodness!” visitors would gasp, “… is that a …”

“Finest soapstone.” you’d say nonchalantly, “Luxuriously smooth for a delectable ride.”

“You mean you …?”, your visitors would splutter nervously.

“Naturally” you’d reply, “… would you care to try it?”

Your post from the.15 of February got me so turned on, if only I had my own stone phallus to ride…

Every home should have one.

I wonder, would you hide yours away in your bedroom, or display it proudly in your living room?

It could be an eye-catching conversation piece of exceptional craftsmanship.

“My goodness!” visitors would gasp, “… is that a …”

“Finest soapstone.” you’d say nonchalantly, “Luxuriously smooth for a delectable ride.”

“You mean you …?”, your visitors would splutter nervously.

“Naturally” you’d reply, “… would you care to try it?”

Why I Write Stories

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Image: Life between the pages by Dihaze 

Stories are fragile things; so delicate, finer than gossamer threads, so easily blown away and lost.

Unless you write them down.

Then stories become portals to imagined worlds, open for other intrepid souls to enter and explore.

In the warm Spring of 2012, I summoned my courage and started this blog as a repository for my stories. It was a step into the unknown – who knew what others might think it my writing, it might be derided, condemned or ignored.

But I decided to risk it, because I felt something else was more important: to transcribe my stories from my imagination and share them. Because one thing is certain, a story dies when it is remembered for the last time…

But writing releases stories; they fly to every corner of the globe. My words have fallen into the eyes of thousands of readers, conjuring into being unique new worlds in thousands of individual imaginations, as if by magic. It’s pretty remarkable, if you think about it.

We are tremendously fortunate to live in a Golden Age of Storytelling, never before have our words been able to reach so far – whilst being murmured so softly. 
If your mind is full of stories, I encourage you to write them down,
before they fade and are lost forever. The world is full of hungry eyes
and thirsty minds.

To my readers, thank you all for sharing the adventure so far, and for all your submissions and kind words of encouragement. I trust these stories have been like magic portals, and you’ve stepped into arousing scenes in the theatre of your own imagination.

Rest assured, there are still many more tantalising tales to tell…

A Year of Stories

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Image: Life between the pages by Dihaze 

Stories are fragile things; so delicate, finer than gossamer threads, so easily blown away and lost.

Unless you write them down.

Then stories become portals to imagined worlds, open for other intrepid souls to enter and explore.

So, exactly one year ago today I started this blog as a repository for my stories. I decided to transcribe them from my imagination and share them. Because a story dies when it is read for the last time.

But writing releases them; they fly to every corner of the globe. In the year since, my words have fallen into the eyes of over sixty thousand readers, conjuring into being unique new worlds in sixty thousand individual imaginations, as if by magic. Pretty remarkable, if you think about it.

If your mind is full of stories, I encourage you to write them down, before they fade and are lost forever. The world is full of hungry eyes and thirsty minds.

We are tremendously fortunate to live in a Golden Age of Storytelling, never before have our words been able to reach so far – whilst being murmured so softly. 

So thank you all for sharing the adventure so far, and for all your submissions and kind words of encouragement. I hope that over the last twelve months I’ve been able to inspire some arousing scenes in the theatre of your own imagination.

And rest assured, there are still many more tantalising tales to tell…

A Year of Stories

image

Image: Life between the pages by Dihaze 

Stories are fragile things; so delicate, finer than gossamer threads, so easily blown away and lost.

Unless you write them down.

Then stories become portals to imagined worlds, open for other intrepid souls to enter and explore.

So, exactly one year ago today I started this blog as a repository for my stories. I decided to transcribe them from my imagination and share them. Because a story dies when it is read for the last time.

But writing releases them; they fly to every corner of the globe. In the year since, my words have fallen into the eyes of over sixty thousand readers, conjuring into being unique new worlds in sixty thousand individual imaginations, as if by magic. Pretty remarkable, if you think about it.

If your mind is full of stories, I encourage you to write them down, before they fade and are lost forever. The world is full of hungry eyes and thirsty minds.

We are tremendously fortunate to live in a Golden Age of Storytelling, never before have our words been able to reach so far – whilst being murmured so softly. 

So thank you all for sharing the adventure so far, and for all your submissions and kind words of encouragement. I hope that over the last twelve months I’ve been able to inspire some arousing scenes in the theatre of your own imagination.

And rest assured, there are still many more tantalising tales to tell…

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