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“Get off me!” I yelled as I punched my boss in the mouth and then kicked him in the balls. I had just managed to fight free from his clumsy attack. He had ripped open my blouse, torn at my dress and unfastened his trousers. If it hadn’t been for my training course in unarmed…
“This lady dragged my head above the water, then managed to pull me to the seashore, where my parents hadn’t even realised I’d got out of my depth,” Andy said, leaning forward on the table. “Honestly, that lady risked her life, swam out to sea in a dangerous current to save me, and then she…
In my dream the beautiful girl leant down over me and gathered up her long blonde hair away from her face before kissing me passionately. The next thing I knew I felt a huge thump in my chest, followed by lots more hard regular, agonising pressings. “Bloody hell, he’s alive!” I heard someone say as…
As the crane lifted the wrecked car into the sky I saw a man in the front seat, waving his arms frantically and shouting words I couldn’t hear. “Stop!” I yelled into my phone, to Bernard, my boss who was driving the crane. He had been just about to lower the vehicle into our ‘crusher’,…
“Put it down you little pansy!” “Who do you think you are, a little girl, is it?” So saying, my brothers took away my lipstick and threw it down a drain. Then they rubbed mud into my hair and face, then they punched and kicked me, leaving me in the gutter as they ran away…
“That boy is too good-looking to want to be tied to a cripple like you!” I heard my wife yelling at my daughter, Vanessa. “Now he knows the family money’s all gone, you’ll never set eyes on him again!” “No Mum! You’re wrong about him.” I heard her breaking down in tears. “Where is he…
Gullsville-on-sea is a filthy, disgusting cesspit and possibly the most boring place in Britain. The seafront is rubbish, the rusty pier looks as if it longs to fall under the waves, the town centre shops are about as inviting as a crypt, and I mistook the museum for a public lavatory. I wouldn’t visit this…
“The bomb is timed to detonate in one hour’s time,” said Jacob, staring ahead, jabbering excitedly, with a wild stare in his eyes. Rushing towards the lift when it was just about to leave, I had jammed my fingers between the doors so they opened again and allowed me to get inside. It was the…
“She’s absolutely wonderful, nothing is too much trouble.” My old friend Jonathan Dexter beamed with pleasure as he touched the arm of Bella Fazakerly, who was helping him climb the stairs to his flat. Jonathan was 95, and a recent fall had landed him in hospital with a broken leg. After he got better he…
Charles Dickens walked up to the bar, accompanied by some friends, who were all wearing their finest outfits: frock coats, tall ‘stovepipe’ hats, fancy waistcoats, while the women in his party were decked out in hooped skirts, crinoline and bonnets. I was sitting at a table towards the rear of the old pub with my…