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Author: Colin Griffiths
a few juicy chapters. Did I tell you about the night I met your father…”
Carla interrupted with a look of horror on her face.
“MUM!!!” she screamed, followed by a wry smile.
Her mother stopped, with a grin all over her face, remembering only too well the first time she met Carla’s father.
“I’ll dish up that casserole shall I? I’m starving.”
Carla followed her into the kitchen, feeling a whole lot happier. Her mother’s ambience was so infectious she felt like it should be bottled and sold as a medicine.
They sat on the veranda, overlooking the beach and ate dinner. The sun had made an appearance and it was turning out to be a beautiful evening. They didn’t talk about Charlotte anymore. Patricia talked of her husband, Daniel. She told Carla how she fancied the guy at the Bridge Club. She also asked when Carla was going to find a real man, instead of barren Darren.
Carla got the giggles at that point and they continued talking about anything and nothing; just enjoying the company they both thrived on. It was 8pm when her mother left for home; back to the man she loved more than any other, her husband. She loved Daniel far more than she would ever care to admit.
Carla put the plates in the sink and quickly showered, just enough to wash the stress of the day off, along with the sins of the day. She changed into her favourite Minion pyjama’s a present she had bought herself, when her first book was accepted. She topped off the outfit, with bear feet slippers with huge toe nails protruding out. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, so sexy, she smiled. She opened the cupboard where the 42” television was housed and pulled out her laptop. It was still a lovely warm evening and the winds were still; she could just hear the gentle waves of the waters splashing against the rocks. She flicked on the outside lights and sat on her favourite padded chair on the veranda. Opening her laptop, she typed in the password and opened the rejected document.
Right let’s see how I can make her not die!
She quickly got to the chapter, the last but one, in this case, where she had killed off Charlotte while being chased in a car by the paparazzi, whilst also trying to get away from a fan who was stalking her.
She knew it had a feel of the lovely Princess Diana about it. She read the chapter over and over, she loved it. Charlotte had so many ups and downs in her life, within the two books she really didn’t think the reader’s would buy anymore. She already thought she was wavering on the edge of believability. She really didn’t know how much more she could fit in as she still wanted to leave in the scene of the chase and the accident. It was one of her favourite scenes and she decided there and then she would end it as a cliff-hanger, as to whether Charlotte lived or died. She made some notes in the note book she always had close to her, closing the chapter without writing or changing a word. The cliff-hanger idea was pleasing her; all she had to do now, was write it.
She opened the document to the first chapter when Charlotte got intimate. She remembered it, oh so clearly. It was in chapter three of her novel; it was one of her favourites, with Charlotte being wined and dined before being taken away to five-star luxury, to be made love to. It was one of the good times in Charlotte’s life and it was also one of Carla’s favourite scenes. This was one of the scenes she hoped to experience sometime in her life. Someone would just take her away and make love to her, exactly as the character had made love to Charlotte, but maybe she would keep the lights off. She thought, if Charlotte was a real person and not a character in a novel, the hotel scene would be the one moment in her life she would never forget.
How in the hell can I change that to porn?
It felt like she was taking her own dreams away by changing the scene, so she shut down her
Carla interrupted with a look of horror on her face.
“MUM!!!” she screamed, followed by a wry smile.
Her mother stopped, with a grin all over her face, remembering only too well the first time she met Carla’s father.
“I’ll dish up that casserole shall I? I’m starving.”
Carla followed her into the kitchen, feeling a whole lot happier. Her mother’s ambience was so infectious she felt like it should be bottled and sold as a medicine.
They sat on the veranda, overlooking the beach and ate dinner. The sun had made an appearance and it was turning out to be a beautiful evening. They didn’t talk about Charlotte anymore. Patricia talked of her husband, Daniel. She told Carla how she fancied the guy at the Bridge Club. She also asked when Carla was going to find a real man, instead of barren Darren.
Carla got the giggles at that point and they continued talking about anything and nothing; just enjoying the company they both thrived on. It was 8pm when her mother left for home; back to the man she loved more than any other, her husband. She loved Daniel far more than she would ever care to admit.
Carla put the plates in the sink and quickly showered, just enough to wash the stress of the day off, along with the sins of the day. She changed into her favourite Minion pyjama’s a present she had bought herself, when her first book was accepted. She topped off the outfit, with bear feet slippers with huge toe nails protruding out. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, so sexy, she smiled. She opened the cupboard where the 42” television was housed and pulled out her laptop. It was still a lovely warm evening and the winds were still; she could just hear the gentle waves of the waters splashing against the rocks. She flicked on the outside lights and sat on her favourite padded chair on the veranda. Opening her laptop, she typed in the password and opened the rejected document.
Right let’s see how I can make her not die!
She quickly got to the chapter, the last but one, in this case, where she had killed off Charlotte while being chased in a car by the paparazzi, whilst also trying to get away from a fan who was stalking her.
She knew it had a feel of the lovely Princess Diana about it. She read the chapter over and over, she loved it. Charlotte had so many ups and downs in her life, within the two books she really didn’t think the reader’s would buy anymore. She already thought she was wavering on the edge of believability. She really didn’t know how much more she could fit in as she still wanted to leave in the scene of the chase and the accident. It was one of her favourite scenes and she decided there and then she would end it as a cliff-hanger, as to whether Charlotte lived or died. She made some notes in the note book she always had close to her, closing the chapter without writing or changing a word. The cliff-hanger idea was pleasing her; all she had to do now, was write it.
She opened the document to the first chapter when Charlotte got intimate. She remembered it, oh so clearly. It was in chapter three of her novel; it was one of her favourites, with Charlotte being wined and dined before being taken away to five-star luxury, to be made love to. It was one of the good times in Charlotte’s life and it was also one of Carla’s favourite scenes. This was one of the scenes she hoped to experience sometime in her life. Someone would just take her away and make love to her, exactly as the character had made love to Charlotte, but maybe she would keep the lights off. She thought, if Charlotte was a real person and not a character in a novel, the hotel scene would be the one moment in her life she would never forget.
How in the hell can I change that to porn?
It felt like she was taking her own dreams away by changing the scene, so she shut down her
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