Welcome to my collection of writings. I try to ground my works with a sense of reality and believability to create a slice of life that could have been anyone's. I hope that you will find my writings enjoyable and please, if you do, leave a comment?
Charlotte sat down, opened her lunch box, and with carefully manicured hands and perfectly painted fingernails, she picked out a dainty sandwich with an equally dainty finger and thumb and then looked at me.
As I sat in the lounge car of the Caledonian Sleeper Train with several other people, I looked out of the window, whilst drinking a cup of steaming hot chocolate, nibbling on a Danish pastry and trying not to get crumbs on my blouse…
...here was the other question that I wanted–no needed to ask. It was a question that had been on my mind ever since my mother opened the front door to me and turned my world even more upside down than it already was...
I wasn’t too bad looking. At 20 and a bit years old, I didn’t have those nooks and crannies that some women have when they get a bit older. Things hadn’t started to go south yet either, you know, droopy boobs, saggy tummy and a bum that looked like orange peal...
Dreams Are Like Angels by
Submitted by SueBrown on Tue, 2012/07/31 - 10:17am
It all seemed a bit unreal; here I was an escaped prisoner, dressed as a woman, trying to start my life over again. In addition to this, I was desperate to know who murdered my wife and how I could bring the killer to justice...
Real life has intruded and stopped me from doing much.
Firstly, we are trying to move and the sale is being a bit of a b*g*er. Secondly, my work is taking up most of my spare time. thirdly, I am in the middle of changing over to the Dark Side and am converting to an Apple Mac.
Hopefully, things will settle down soon and I will be able to inflict my woeful writings on my unsuspecting public once again.
Submitted by SueBrown on Thu, 2012/04/12 - 12:01pm
II had this dream. I had changed into a girl, a witch in fact. It was so real. I wasn’t a boy any longer. I had budding breasts and a slit where my Percy Pointer used to be. My hair was long and I was, of all things pretty...
Submitted by SueBrown on Tue, 2012/03/27 - 12:33pm
My lovely, wonderful, funny cat Biscuit is no longer with us.
We got him from a rescue centre and he was the cat with the loudest purr. He was a one off individual who loved to show how big and butch he was. Mind you, he ran away at the slightest sign of trouble and so was a bit of a fake in the matcho stakes.
I was wearing a smart, cream suit with a white silk blouse. The skirt went to just below my knees and was tailored with a single pleat to the front. I hoped that I looked in businesslike mode, as I had serious business to attend to...
I write a little thing called Football Girl. Since losing our lovely Gabi last year, I have not had an editor. I have just re-read the last chapter and am a cringing wreck as I have noticed several bloopers of the first order.
Being dyslexic means that I miss things, forget things, misspell lots and generally lose the plot.
I have a dent in the wall where I keep banging it with my head with frustration sometimes. The occasional glass of wine helps dull the pain - well that's my excuse anyway!