Short Stories Update!

Hello everyone,

Unfortunately due to my workload, the monthly short stories have been put onto hold until the new year.

Being a Self Published author isn't allowing me the luxuries of having any free time at the moment, so instead of rushing the next story, I would like to finish off my current projects, so I can come back with more fun, sassy and exciting short stories for this blog.

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The Masquerade Man!

Tired, weary eyes confirmed that, ‘OPERATION BRIDEZILLA’ was in full swing as my eyes batted away much needed sleep. I drove up to the mansion to plan the remaining elements of this, ‘extravagant, glitzy wedding’ with a heavy heart.

You see, being a Wedding Planner and single was like being on a diet and planning a ‘Bake Off’.

You sit their listening to all these fantastic ideas about how they want to indulge their sugary fantasies, all the while knowing you want to do the same but you can’t because you’re on a diet…or in my case, missing the vital piece of the puzzle…a groom!

From the shy, quiet brides, who just want a demure ceremony to the ones who know exactly what they want (usually something they’ve seen in a celebrity magazine!) and are not afraid to tell you that you better provide it.

The latter bride always makes me wonder how she ever got to this stage in the first place, until I eventually meet the timid groom-to-be, who, from just one look from his roaring bride, knows its safer to just be seen and not heard!

My little Fiesta combated the corners of the country lane under protest, as I knocked back the steaming hot coffee, I purchased from a tiny, garage on the main road.

My eyes began to get heavy as the mansion grew larger in my windscreen.

A lorry distracted my gaze and with a swoop the hot coffee slipped out of my hand and all over my new white suit.

The car swerved left and right as I negotiated the bends, in the narrow road, and then there was nothing, except a soft feeling on my face, ‘PHOEBE! PHOEBE! Are you OK?’ someone shouted as I opened my eyes and jumped back.

A tall, stocky man in a black suit, complete with a black and white masquerade mask, held out his hand to escort me out of the car, ‘we’ve been waiting for you’ he continued as I accepted his hand and followed him inside.

White feathers softly danced around my feet, moving clouds decorated the walls and stars sparkled as they radiated the ceiling, as he led me into the ballroom and quietly left me to try to figure out what happened to my design idea for this room.

The room was full of dancing guests, all unaware of my existence and as I tried to take in the new décor (wondering if my assistant went behind my back and listened to the groom instead of sticking with the bride’s design idea), I was grabbed from behind.

The new suited figure twirled me around as the other guests made space for us.

The room swirled with a purple haze, bouncing off each masked guest as they watched, clapping and applauding with each spin.

The feathers rose from the ground and covered every inch of the walls, and ceiling, as this mysterious stranger intoxicated me with his motion, ‘who are you?’ I muttered, slowly slipping in and out of consciousness.

The man stopped and the whole room froze.

The deadly silence echoed through my dizzy mind as he whispered, ‘B…’ and I fell to the ground in a heap.

The soft feeling returned to my face, ‘PHOEBE! WAKE UP’ a familiar voice shouted.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw the groom- to-be’s brother crouched down at my car door.

Lifting my head from the air bag, I looked around in embarrassment, ‘what happened?’ I asked as I observed the growing crowd, ‘you had a little accident. It’s not too bad but we might need to get this thing to the garage’ he replied as he helped me out the car to show me the damage.

He ushered the crowd away and called for a tow truck as I looked on in confusion, ‘I will go with her’ he shouted to the groom as he came back to check if I had any injuries, ‘sorry, I didn’t get to introduce myself the other day, I’m Benedict’ he said, as a smile automatically appeared on my face, ‘hi, I’m Phoebe’ I replied knowing he knew exactly who I was.

There was a pause between us before he concluded, ‘I wanted to ask you this the other day but I had to get back to the hospital but I’d love it if I could take you out to dinner next week?’ I smiled and nodded at his invitation and secretly wondered if I did indeed dream that strange wedding or was it a premonition of something to come…

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© 2012 The Masquerade Man. All Rights Reserved.

Heartbreak Holiday Healing!

Breaking up with my first love of five years sent me into a chocolate and vodka depression!

Feeling like my whole life had come crashing down, I spent a week in bed watching trashy chat shows, eating endless family size bars of Galaxy's and Dairy Milk's and making my own chocolate cocktails, 'you need to remember he cheated on you and that's why you ended things with him' Mona stated when she made her daily 'hope you haven't committed "chocolate suicide" calls'.

All I could do was grunt, as she reminded me I had something to look forward to, as I droned on about how different life would have been if the curvy blonde didn't destroy our "perfect relationship", 'anyway enough of that, have you packed yet?' Mona asked as she excitedly told me about a new bikini she had just purchased from Selfridge's.

I looked over at the empty suitcase on the floor and lied, 'yep nearly finished'.

Promising to be on time for the flight, I bid her farewell and dragged myself out of bed, 'well at least I can be depressed in the sun' I thought as I threw clothes into the suitcase, without coordinating the outfits, and made my routine evening call to the local Chinese takeaway.

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The heat hit me like a ping pong bat in the face, 'we're here ladies' Mona squeaked as the cabin crew welcomed us to the Dominican Republic.

The ladies cackled and took photographs of everything, whilst I plugged myself into my iPod and prayed I had a nice room with a decent size TV, so I could hide my pain from the world, 'we're here' the driver announced in a strong West Indian accent, 'would you like to join us for a drink?' Martha asked as the man politely declined and zoomed off, literally throwing our suitcases out of the van, 'I don't think he'll be her second husband then' I thought as I chuckled to myself and looked for my case.

We were escorted to our room by the handsome bell boy and I sank into the king size bed as the other's flirted with the male staff, who came to help them with they're many "queries".

Ripping their clothes off and looking for their best bikini's, Mona announced supremely, 'right bikini's on, now cocktails on the beach to look for some hottie's'.

After arguing the point of why I wanted to stay in the room, I was beaten by four hungry, lusting females, so with my 60s inspired kaftan, big floppy straw hat and a sci-fi novel (my usual choice is Chick Lit but I couldn't deal with the romantic happy endings!), I resided myself to the quietest section of the beach and tried to tune out their endless attacks on the innocent beach boys.

Sipping on the extra strong rum punch, I began to feel some of the tension lift from my shoulders, 'hi, my name is Ramone. Why so tense?' this tall, dark, handsome stranger asked.

As I tipped my sunglasses I realised it wasn't the punch making me feel more at ease, it was this muscular stranger massaging my shoulders.

I jumped up in shock, to which the other ladies began laughing at my speed, 'I'm sorry, you just looked like you needed someone to show you how special you are. I'm not coming onto you' he continued as the other's waved at me to sit back down and enjoy this new, peaceful, exotic island life.

I observed him for a moment and took another large swig of the rum punch and I don't know if it was the alcohol or the realisation that it wasn't the curvy blonde, who was to blame for the failure of my relationship but my cheating boyfriend and myself getting too complacent throughout the years, I let this handsome, friendly man continue to massage my shoulders and treat me like the princess, I thought I deserved to be...even if it was only for the seven nights we were there.

I went away a distraught, needy wreak and came back a fresh, vibrant, renewed woman, filled with new hope for love and life!

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© 2012 Heartbreak Holiday Healing. All Rights Reserved.

The Fresh, New, Shiny Package!

Working in an office is enough to send anyone to the loony bin!

However, working in an office, on a boiling hot summer's day, and being put into the filing room to check over a million files, is just leading me to suicide with a paper cut!

With a small fan, a huge bottle of water, a small crack in the window (not big enough to jump out of!) and my best office friend, Dale, to provide me with hourly excuses to escape this filing hell, it took all the energy inside me not to quit straight away.

See, I had been in this job, for roughly a year and although I had dreamed of becoming an arty film director as soon as I finished university, reality slapped me back to earth and I accepted this job as a data entry clerk.

The pay wasn't too bad but like the décor, the people were old, frumpy and if I didn't see them rush down there lunch, every day, I would have definitely suspected they're were a few were robots in here!

So, when Antonio joined I was like a kid in a sweet shop!

Tall, dark and handsome...just what every girl (and Dale!) needed for eye candy and all off a sudden the office came alive!

Out went the drab grey and black cardigans and in came fitted skirts, blouses and swanky belts!

Even I decided that I had to upgrade my usually routine of picking up the first top I see, smell the underarms to see if it had another day in it and spray it generously with DKNY, for the fresh, clean, ironed, sleeveless number.

After a week of small talk in the kitchen on my breaks and getting through the hoards of cackling, flirting hens, I finally plucked up the courage to ask him out for a drink, 'that sounds great' he replied.

Just as he was about to walk out of the kitchen, he asked, 'is Dale coming too?' to which I nodded, wounded as my dream of an intimate drink faded in front of me quicker than a Big Brother contestant's career, and quickly ran to Dale's desk to tell him the new plan.

To say he was pleased would be an understatement, 'I knew he was into me! Don't worry if I cough it means you can leave' he joked as we clock watched for the remaining hour.

Getting into the lift, I made small talk and watched as they both flirted, 'great!' I hissed as we quickly walked to the chic bar down the road.

Running in my the rain, I ran straight to the bar, 'double brandy please'. Sipping the drink quickly, I slowly walked over to the table and was taken aback by another man sitting with them, 'hey Shar, this is my boyfriend, Tim. I hope you don't mind I invited him' he said as Tim stood up and gave me a hug, 'not at all' I replied as I looked at Dale with glee and commenced an evening of fun tales and office gossip!

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© 2012 The Fresh, New, Shiny Package! All Rights Reserved.