Stories

Short coming-of-age story about 19 year old Carey, experiencing his first sexual encounter while on holiday with his mother on the south coast of England.

It's Connors birthday and he's spent it alone. But can a call from a good friend cheer him up.

Note: I wrote this story for a school project many years ago and just found it existing in a corner of my hard-drive. I have edited it slightly but otherwise it exists as it did then.

Jacob has a bad dose of jitters. He has conspired with the help of his best friend Sophia to cover for him. The reason as to all the secrecy is, of course, Jacobs growing interest in a shy, cute boy from the same homeroom as him in school. Sophia and Jacob pick the perfect night to unravel such a plan. The 8th-grade dance; and Jacobs first dance at that too. He is dressed to impress; lets hope he makes an impression for the boy he is longing to meet.

Loic, a visiting French man, entices sixteen year-old Asa out of his shy shell to accept himself as normal.

NumbaCruncha begins with a chilling peek into the near future, then takes a thousand year leap to Oasis, a future city-state in which the human aptitude for duplicitous and unjust social schemes has reached its logical culmination in a flesh-crawlingly evil dystopia ruled by the most unpleasant gang of conmen and women you're ever likely to encounter. A couple of young scientists who have recently invented a new means of transport, decide to do something about it, despite the tremendous odds.

Meanwhile, out in the forest, the secret weapon designed by intelligent, decent men a thousand years previously, is patiently waiting.

Fifteen year-old Fidel runs away to the city where he falls into trouble, then falls out again and then is too busy living to notice a quiet political revolution. He and his friends fall foul of the new government and, after a series of adventures, excitements and horrifying experiences, work out how to live, what to value and how to survive during a reign of terror that it seems is not going to end.

There was a meeting in the spring; someone went home disappointed.

I guess it was my own fault for getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, Jimmy, Toddy, Hog and me, we had been sort of friends since entering year eight in high school, I didn’t smoke tobacco or weed like they did, nor did I drink alcohol, and my school mates seem to accept that, and still let me hang out with them at night on weekends.

Now at the age of 15, I was now being processed to enter a juvenile detention centre for a period of 3 years, for the brutal killing of an elderly man with a baseball bat, the same bat that my mates and I had been using for over a year now in the warehouse, and that’s how they found my prints on the bat.

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