Hello everyone. I have been paying so much attention to my main website http://www.InnerPeaceNow.com that I have neglected this website somewhat. But now that will change, and I can share with you one of my latest books:
Twenty-five fun, enjoyable and easy to read inspirational short stories that uncover the source of happiness and joy inside of you.
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A story for adults only. Viewer discretion is advised.
When Barry and I saw her, we were dumbstruck. I remember I couldn’t actually think, nothing was rising up in my mind, and I just watched her, completely dumbfounded, like I had never seen a woman before. She was walking in our direction, with sunglasses on, along the sand of the beach, with her hand in her hair, ruffling it as she was walking. Her hair was long and brown, and her skin was dark and golden, and her body was a perfect curved-lined perfection, lightly and revealingly dressed as she sunk into the sand, foot by foot, sinking just a little as she walked. Barry was never one to say anything to a woman. He was worse than me. He became small and shy and afraid, like he might burst if one came too close to him. Sometimes I was like that as well, but I knew I would be plagued with regret if I didn’t at least do something to get her attention.
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“What did you come in for?” he asked me as he sat there looking down.
“I just came in for a drink and a magazine,” I said, feeling very scared, turning my head in anticipation of any punches that would rain down.
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I checked my gun again and pushed open the door that had its own unique bell attached to it. It rang innocently. I made my way to the magazines, whilst checking every aisle of the little shop for this person who had left their engine running. I couldn’t see them. I could only see the shopkeeper standing behind the counter. A small man, he looked like an old Thai boxer. He looked a bit odd, just standing there, still, looking straight ahead. I thought he might have been half-asleep seeing as it was so late, but as I focused in on his face, his eyes were looking directly into mine. And they were wide. Wider than they should have been. His mouth looked tense, like he was under some sort of threat and hoping I could be his salvation. He had the familiar look of fear that I had seen in shopkeepers’ faces over recent weeks.
Continue reading “Amateurs – Part 2”
My heart was beating faster than usual. I couldn’t help it. I still, after four times of doing this, could not control my own bloody nerves. The more I argued with them, the harder they seemed to grip me, until I could feel the muscles in my arms quivering as I clung to the steering wheel.
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I was becoming fed up of struggling. I realised on that bed that I had been struggling my whole life. When I was born I was struggling to stay in, to stay in the comfort of that womb that protected me from the world, and once I was forced to leave, there were responsibilities I had to take on.
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“Daddy I’ve got an idea!” Michael burst in from the garden one Saturday afternoon, after he had been reading his book in the garden. Jeremy was just about to make his way out to join him, to inspect his cabbages, and perhaps pick one for supper. “Ok,” his father replied, clinking his spoon on the side of his cup as he finished making his tea.
“What if,” Michael said, as he slapped his book on to the counter-top. “What if,” he was panting excitedly, “we took mum into the forest?” Jeremy sipped his tea, and gave the same reply that he had given his son before.
Continue reading “The Healybug – Part 2”
“I must find it, Dad, I must.”
“Ok then, we will look some more.”
“It must be here somewhere, Dad, it must.”
“Ok then, we will keep looking.”
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By Dr. Bernard J. Hoothfellow
I was in a job that I did not like. The mornings were like a hell. I remembered a time when I was enthusiastic about work, when I would jump out of bed, ready to fly in to another day in the lab, working towards what I thought was some great new cure for some terrible disease that was afflicting my species.
But as time went on, I became skeptical. The company I was working for was not as interested in health as I once thought. They manufactured drugs for sale all over the world, selling to governments and healthcare systems that would take people in who could not figure out for themselves what was causing their own diseases. Sometimes their drugs worked, oftentimes they didn’t, or the drugs got rid of a few symptoms, but gave you a whole new load of side-effects which would make you feel even worse than before you started taking the damn things.
Continue reading “Bernard’s Memoirs – Part 1 – Coming Home”
Jerry was a strange boy, no one could understand him. His parents had known there was something wrong with him from a young age. He was seventeen now, and some people were still uncomfortable with it.
Continue reading “No Worries”