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My Dear Followers of Van1andCTCstories.com
I’m sorry if you opened this thinking it was a story, it isn’t. I wanted to tell you a little of my life story and put an idea to you for your opinions which CTC and I value. Read More …
SEVEN DEADLY SINS: SLOTH
Jane lay there as Peter pounded into her from above, pretending, for his sake, and hers, to enjoy what he was doing. ‘Thrash your head from side to side, girl, that’s what you normally do’, she said to herself. She normally loved what they did together but today was different. How different was demonstrated clearly to her when on one of her head turns she spied her husband’s side of the bed. The familiar sight of Dave’s bedside table, complete with his dress watch and other paraphernalia, caused her to freeze. Read More …
OUTSURANCE
If I’d known that today would be the last normal day in my life for many months to come, I might have made more effort to stop and smell the roses.
It was near 3:00 p.m. when my secretary came into my office to say there was a man to see me. I stood and walked around my desk as she led him in, but he ignored my outstretched hand. Well, ignored it for a handshake. He took advantage of my stance to thrust an A4 envelope into it with the words, ‘You’ve been served’.
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LOVE ACTUALLY – JULIET, PETER & MARK
JULIET SIGHED WHILE turning her head to look at the sleeping form of her husband. He was snoring. Again. She was okay if she fell asleep before Peter but on those nights when sleep took its time before claiming her his snoring kept her awake. It was always worse when he slept on his back, so she gave him a soft kiss on the shoulder before giving him a gentle shove, urging him to roll on to his side. With a grunt he did, and his snores morphed from foghorn to soft rumble. Juliet closed her eyes and rolled on to her back, but it was pointless; she was wide awake. Read More …
CLICHE #4
So much has happened in a few short months that it’s now hard to remember how my doubts started. Let me think back to what happened on that extraordinary, ordinary day.
I remember it was a Wednesday, a Wednesday that started like every other ordinary work day. I left for work at seven-thirty after kissing my wife Julie and giving my two teen sons, Pete and Mick, a squeeze on the shoulder because, apparently, they weren’t babies anymore and therefore were too old for a kiss – their words, not mine – goodbye. Read More …
I TOLD HIM WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF HE FORGOT OUR ANNIVERSARY AGAIN…
More proof that you don’t mess with CTC! Read More …
CLICHE # 3 – THE JUDGE REYNOLDS SAGA CONTINUES
I finished reading the note my lawyer had just passed me and smiled, then glanced over to the other side of the courtroom. There was Laura, my hopefully soon-to-be ex-wife, with her lawyer. She glanced over and gave me a nervous but confident smile. Read More …
CLICHE #2 – FIVE STAR RESTAURANT
I’d never been to a five-star restaurant before and I gotta say it felt like alien territory to a panel beater tradie like me. Give me a small family diner every day of the week. I was damned lucky to get a table, but, apparently, the five-star hotel hosting the five-star restaurant reserved tables for house guest walk-ins. The fact it was a Monday night in mid-winter helped as well, of course. Read More …
CLICHE #3 – DRAFT VERSION
Time to sing for your supper, guys!
Seeking honest feedback on how predictable the ending of this particular tale is.
It will probably look a whole lot better when CTC and I have gone through the editing – at least three run-throughs and a whole lot of discussion!
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CLICHE #1
“Can’t I even eat my lunch in peace, Laura?”
“I just want one more chance of talking you out of making a huge mistake, Dave. If you continue on this stupid path—”