ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm thirty nine, recently single again. I have two boys Cli' (pronounced clee) Real name Christopher and Mark. I'm a care in the community nurse and formerly (when I was married) an occupational Therapist working with the mentally ill on a secure unit. I love reading and writing and meeting people. I hate offal, seafood and intolerance. I keep dog, cat, polecats, rats and reptiles. And for seven years ran the second largest reptile sanctuary in Britain. Apart from having my lads, I think that's probably the most worthwhile thing I've ever done. Writing wise, I've been the main fiction writer for Legends magazine for three years.And have two books published 'Lizard's Leap' published by Quillusers, and 'Better the Devil You Know' soon to be released by Bestbooks.Um I drive a knackered old Astra, and ride a two litre trike. I live in the lake district of England, and am happy. :-) [January 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (84) A Fork In The Road. (Short Stories) A paradox revolving round the lonely Holker Mosses in the dead of night. [2,835 words] [Mystery] A Twist In The Tail (Short Stories) - [963 words] Agony (Short Stories) The First in a series of Agony columns written by the unstoppable Aunt Nasty. (May be deemed offensive) [1,200 words] [Comedy] Agony 2 (Short Stories) Morew from the irrepresible Aunt Nasty (May be deemed offensive). [1,077 words] [Comedy] Angel Stew (Short Stories) The kitchens are in uproar. [826 words] [Comedy] Anne (Short Stories) - [707 words] Apple Of His Eye (Short Stories) Daddy's little girl, Daddy's little sweetheart. (May be deemed offensive). [1,742 words] [Drama] Attractions (Short Stories) People stared at the sisters and called them freaks. [678 words] [Drama] Bandit At Twelve-O-Clock (Short Stories) A sinister note drops through her letter box, but who is it from and what's it all about? [2,144 words] [Drama] Barriers (Short Stories) Everybody's frightened of the prisoner in the cell at the end of the block. [2,913 words] [Thriller] Breakfast In Bed (Short Stories) She loved her husband so much, and a sepcial man deserves a special breakfast. [1,633 words] [Horror] Car Trouble (Short Stories) Boys will be boys. [496 words] [Comedy] Cat's Chorus (Short Stories) - [1,332 words] Cherry Blossom (Short Stories) - [435 words] Cold, Cold Night.. (Short Stories) The night was beautiful but biting, she had to make her final farewells, a cigarette would help. [630 words] [Drama] Creeping Up From Behind. (Short Stories) You can't ever really know what someone else is thinking ... unless they choose to tell you. [925 words] [Drama] Dark Solitude. (Short Stories) A woman alone on the moors when a storm threatens, but this is no ordinanry storm and that is no ordinary lady. [1,434 words] [Drama] Dawn Rising (Short Stories) He looked at his own personal sunrise every morning, yet longed for the warmth of the sun. [1,069 words] [Drama] Deadly Persuit (Short Stories) Nature at its most cruel .. when it's interfered with by man. [1,541 words] [Drama] Deep Blue Eastern Light (Poetry) I've never been to Budapest, but I saw an image on a postcard, it was misty and had a sort of dreamy quality about it. I wondered about the spirit of Budapest. Hope I've done her justicce. [204 words] Different Road (Short Stories) Charlie is running scared. Will he find his way before his precious time runs out? [521 words] Empty House (Short Stories) This had been her domain, now it was only a shadow. [649 words] [Drama] Find Me A Place (Poetry) Everybody needs somewhere to run. [193 words] [Drama] Finding Fleur (Short Stories) Katy desperately wants to find Fleur, but does Fleur want to be found? [1,727 words] [Drama] Four Minute Warning (Short Stories) - [476 words] [Comedy] Freedom By Another Name (Short Stories) He's an imposter [557 words] [Drama] Furtive Glances (Short Stories) Always the last to know! [891 words] [Drama] Galaxy (Poetry) Let Venus bear witness and Mars be our guide. [139 words] Hickory, Dickory, Dock (Short Stories) - [991 words] [Drama] Is The Toilet Roll Half Full Or Half Empty (Short Stories) It's hard when you're at bursting point. [423 words] [Comedy] I've Always Wanted To Write... But! (Short Stories) There's always an excuse if you want to find one. [510 words] [Mind] Jasmine And Gardenia Love (Poetry) - [417 words] [Erotic] Jinny (Poetry) - [176 words] Just The Ticket (Short Stories) You pays your money and you takes your chances. [5,177 words] [Drama] Knockers (Short Stories) It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. [2,210 words] [Drama] Little Bird (Short Stories) He liked fragile things [1,406 words] [Drama] Lizards Leap (Novels) Four children buy an intricately carved frame from a school fair. A crazy old woman chases them desperately wanting the carving for herself. What is the mystery surrounding the strange frame? [5,753 words] [Adventure] Long Walk Back To Jurassica (Poetry) Evolution and progress or three million steps backwards? [323 words] [Drama] Lookingthrough The Window (Short Stories) - [401 words] Madness Becomes You (Short Stories) She used to be someone, now she's several people, or maybe she's nobody at all, it makes no difference. [394 words] [Drama] Making My Way Back To You. (Short Stories) She'd told them a thousand times to keep the front door closed, now tragedy had struck. [1,926 words] [Drama] Memberwhen (Poetry) Memberwhen that mystical word of long ago memories. [189 words] [Drama] Mortar Doesn't Breathe. 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[596 words] [Drama] The Band Played On (Short Stories) - [1,486 words] [Drama] The Big Picture (Short Stories) The little girl was a great artist, but her subject matter was giving cause for concern. [776 words] [Drama] The Comet. (Short Stories) Remember! [796 words] [Drama] The Dinosaur (Short Stories) - [1,523 words] The Half Empty Glass. (Short Stories) They had no idea of the horror they were walking into. [3,030 words] [Drama] The Hhmmm Efect (Poetry) - [783 words] The Iceberg (Short Stories) She had to break the hold they had on him... release him from his parents grip. [410 words] [Drama] The Joker (Short Stories) - [2,032 words] The Lovers (Poetry) - [124 words] The Mark Of Jack (Short Stories) The start of something maybe. [1,044 words] [Drama] The Old Enemy (Short Stories) I just hope I've got the names right. [253 words] [Drama] The Rosary (Short Stories) May cause offense. [422 words] The Spark (Short Stories) - [557 words] The Thirteenth Station (Short Stories) - [8,024 words] [Horror] The Village Green. (Short Stories) - [559 words] [Drama] Three Mile Gap (Poetry) So close and yet... [285 words] [Drama] Tomorrow Lies Beside Us (Poetry) - [239 words] [Drama] Tusk (Short Stories) - [1,012 words] [Drama] Under The Whether (Short Stories) - [1,626 words] Watching And Waiting (Short Stories) - [1,253 words] [Drama] White Icing (Short Stories) - [1,385 words] Worlds Biggest Loser (Short Stories) - [114 words] You Are My Sunshine (Short Stories) - [1,285 words]
One-Man Race Sue (Sooz) Simpson
One-man race
The boy closed his eyes and drew in a long deep breath. He counted slowly to ten
before exhaling smoothly, and then he flexed the muscles in his arms, feeling his strength,
testing his strength, knowing his strength.
His white lycra costume clung to his adolescent body. It revealed every rippling
muscle. He was lean, yet over developed for his fourteen years, a man-child, honed and
lithe, pushed daily to the very limits of his endurance by an overbearing father, but also by his own stubborn will to succeed. The boy trained every spare minute that he could grab through his busy day. He was not yet the best in the country, but one day he would
be the best in the world. He knew this, it was not a dream or ambition, it was a fact
that would come to be. It was expected of him, as with his siblings who also
had their goals to achieve.
He stood on his starting block ready to go. As a safety precaution he took one last look over his bicycle, he checked the handle bars, rubbed chalk into the grips, probed carefully at the rubber
mindful of the first indication of perishing. He grasped the handle grip twisting his
wrist to feel if his hands would slip, examining in minute detail with his fingers any
small thing that may become dangerous. Turning the wheels, he ran his finger over
every single tread, it was imperative that that his tyres were absolutely perfect. No
room for any slap dash attitude. No room for a mistake.
His audience waited patiently. This was the mark of a true professional. He wouldn’t be hurried. He couldn’t be hurried.
This was a one man race. His opponents as always were dishonour, disappointment and
death.
Satisfied that his bike was as fit for the ride as he was, he psyched himself one last
time. Breathing deeply he shut out all the noise that was prodding at him to lose his
concentration. His heightened awareness tracked the single tear of sweat that hiked the
ridges of his spine. He had adrenaline on tap. It seeped though every fibre, cell and pore
of his body, flooding his senses and jarring his nerves. He heard his name. He was
ready.
The race began. He pedalled steadily, never glancing behind him. The boy was past the half way mark. He shook his head. Beads of sweat jumped from either side of his brow and hair line, like water shaken from a dog emerging from a river. He wobbled, corrected himself, straightened his posture and wobbled to the other side. He almost lost it. Regained control and concentrated on
controlling the trembling that would surely be his signature of failure if he allowed it to
engulf him.
He talked aloud to himself, calming his nerves.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Still in the race. That was a close one, but I am still in the race.”
He needed to remove more stinging sweat. This time he tensed properly, made the adjustments
to allow for the unbalanced movement. He must not fall from the bike; he would loose
the race.
He pedalled slowly and sedately, this was not a race of haste or speed. Blocking
everything from his mind except the finishing platform, one thought, one aim, one goal.
Only a few more turns of the peddle to go.
Three more.
Two more.
One more.
Safety.
He climbed from his bike, his face breaking into his victory smile.
Sixty feet below the tightrope, five hundred people released a communal held breath.
No net.
No safety harness.
In fact no safety measures at all.
Antonio Riviolatti. Blind
since birth. Star of the Riviolatti family circus, had once again successfully completed
his ‘One man cycle race on a two inch tightrope, raised sixty feet above the Big-Top’.
This was the Saturday Matinee performance he had it all to do again in just four hours
time.
Would he be lucky?
READER'S REVIEWS (3) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"Archmage Darksphere’s Review: Here are some things i've noticed: He counted slowly to ten before exhaling smoothly, and then he flexed the muscles in his arms, feeling his strength, testing his strength, knowing his strength.the word 'strength' is repeated a few times He must not fall from the bike; he would loose lose, not loosethe race. Interesting storyline. ------------- Josh’s Review: Not enough here to draw me in. I especially crash landed when he started the race and two sentences later was past the half-way point. I also didn't care for the quip about the overbearing father. Not enough development or relevance to the story. I'm sure the writer likes lithe man-like 14-year-old boys, but the reader needs more than that. Too much telling here, too much description, not enough of a hook for the reader. Keep trying, and get a collection of modern short stories from the local library. Compare your development to those of others and try to pinpoint your failings in comparison. Then write it again, and again. -------------- Raqad’s Review: This is a good sketch to start from in telling a story, an idea, but only an outline. The blindness is the "punch line" but it only adds to the list of things we know about the boy. I personally am not drawn in enough to care about him or whether or not he falls in the next show--he's not real enough to get emotionally involved, and that's what I want to do in a story! "I also didn't care for the quip about the overbearing father. Not enough development or relevance to the story." That, too. Also, reading more from other authors can never be a bad thing, even if they aren't modern; the more well rounded the reading is, the better. " -- Cam Davis.
"Thanks you all for the reviews. I resent your quip Josh about me liking young boys. Review my work fine ...but please you ond't know me so lease stick to reviewing my work and not making personal assumptions about me. http://members.lycos.co.uk/suesimpson/ " -- Sooz, Dalton, England, Cumbria.
"wow, nice story. very intriguing premise. i was on a tightrope myself, i thought you were going to let him fall in the end. actually at first i thought the story was about a bike race. you need to proofread and correct some of the sentences. also, being presumptous here, but sometimes you add too much un-needed detail. the line really doesn't belong and i kinda lost the thread of the story here "Beads of sweat jumped from either side of his brow and hair line, like water shaken from a dog emerging from a river." rest it was great. i am going to read more of your work. i also checked out your website. wow, a mom of two, that explains the 14yr. old description bit, which the guy above thought was a sexual reference. keep up the good work." -- sunny, dc, usa.
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