Category Archives: short stories

Torchlight

Torchlight, the playground deserted save for the solitary wanderer. The boy, alone or lonely? Traverses the track, his shoes the only sound disturbing the silence which wraps around him. Sometimes the silence is like an old friend, a comforter shielding him from banal chatter and the stupidity of crowds. On other occasions it is a thick blanket, suffocating, killing, stifling breath.

Entwined in darkness he goes his lonely light dimly illumines the darkness. Night is his realm, an escape from the banality of day but, sometimes the darkness oppresses, and, hurrying towards the lit windows he seeks sanctuary of a sort.

Have You Ever Interviewed One Of Your Characters (Interview With Samantha)

On 14 February I interviewed Barry O’Connor, the pimp in my story, Samantha who is responsible for forcing Sam into prostitution, http://newauthoronline.com/2014/02/14/have-you-ever-interviewed-one-of-your-characters/. Today I am interviewing Samantha.

 

Interview

 

Me: “What are your feelings towards Barry O’Connor, the man who forced you into prostitution?”

 

Samantha: “He is the devil incarnate. I never hated anyone until I met Barry. I disliked people, of course I did but I’ve never felt such intense loathing and fear. Barry’s a monster, he doesn’t possess a single redeeming feature. Scum that is what he is, pure scum”.

 

Me: “How do you feel when having sex with clients?”

 

Samantha: “I try not to feel. I mean I shut down. Of course I am aware that I’m being pawed and screwed by punters but I go to another place. I try to think about Peter, the man I love or about daddy and the lovely walks we took around the estate. When its all over I spend ages in the shower but however long I take washing myself I never feel clean. Barry calls me “a dirty whore” and that is how I feel, like a dirty whore”, (Sam breaks down sobbing quietly and the interview is suspended).

 

The Interview Recommences

 

Me: “Are you OK?”

 

Sam: “No I’m not OK but I think its important for people to know what I and other ladies have gone through (and are still enduring) so please go on with the interview”.

 

Me: “Thank you Sam. What do you think of the men you are forced to have sex with?”

 

Sam: “Sometimes I hate them. I think they are sad losers who can’t find a partner, they have no life so resort to seeing working girls. At other times I feel like a hypocrite condemning punters because I, also have no life. I’m a sex machine servicing men. I sometimes wonder whether the men I see know that I am not working of my own free will. Some of the clients are kind and, if they new that I was being forced they would be horrified. Many others wouldn’t care, they are only interested in having sex, I’m just a sex object to them. Of course I prefer to see men who are kind but all punters, whether they are kind or otherwise want the same thing, sex. I’m not a sex object, I hate my job (if you can call it that)”.

 

Me; “Thank you so much for talking to me Sam”.

Something Lost?

On the bookcase in the room in which I write stands, amongst other books, The Fontana Dictionary of Modern Thought, 1977 edition. Much of the scholarship contained in that fairly substancial tome is outdated and yet I am loathed to throw or give my book away. Looking at the Dictionary brings back memories of taking down books in the school library. As I write the excitement of finding a hitherto undiscovered author or work of reference is rekindled. I recall reading “The Story of Medicine” and other Ladybird books. The thrill of discovering new knowledge is a wonderful feeling, one which drives the student or, indeed the general reader to enhance his or her understanding of the universe.

Now most works of reference have been replaced (or are in the process of being superceeded) by the internet. Wikipedia is now the fount of all knowledge (well not quite judging by the number of articles which have caveats appended) but you do, I am sure grasp my point! The internet is a wonderful invention which, among other things allows us to access a world of knowledge with the click of a mouse. It is wonderful to click on a site dedicated to Charles Dickens and learn about the author and his world without having to traipse to the public library in the pouring rain. However the joy of searching through dusty old shelves of books, discovering something new, sitting down and becoming lost in a good book is a pleasure which, I fear children growing up today may not experience. Youngsters can click on Google or the search engine of their choice, ascertain the information for which they are searching all without needing to leave the comfort of their home. Leaving aside the issue of whether one can trust all the sources pulled up by Google there remains the intangible matter of the joy of discovery which is, as I said above in danger of being lost. Of course there exist excellently researched sources of information on the web but to someone who, like me was brought up in a world of books the internet can, on occasions appear somewhat arid compared to the garden of books.

I am no luddite. Being blind I recognise the vast benefits of the world wide web. With access technology which converts text into speech and braille I can, using a Windows computer access information which in years gone by I wouldn’t have accessed without the assistance of sighted friends. None the less I have a gut feeling that people of my generation (I am 45) have experienced something precious which many younger people risk losing, the joy of wandering around a library (in my case full of braille books and cassette tapes) and discovering something new in the world of literature, history or some other field.

 

Signed, King Ludd

 

(Note, while writing this post I looked up the word traipse using, you guessed it Google as I no longer possess the braille edition of The Little Oxford Dictionary of Current English which I once owned!

Have You Ever Interviewed One Of Your Characters?

My thanks goes to Jade Reyner of Jade’s Jungle for providing the inspiration for this post (see Jade’s piece entitled “Have you ever interviewed your characters” http://jadereyner.com/2014/02/13/have-you-ever-interviewed-your-characters/). Having read the above article I determined to interview a number of my characters, starting with Barry, the pimp in “Samantha” who entraps Sam into prostitution, http://www.amazon.co.uk/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI.

 

Interview

 

Me: “Are you a sociopath?”

Barry: “Are you insulting me? I don’t understand big words but if you’re fucking insulting me I’ll break your bloody neck. Whats a soio, whatever you said anyway. I grew up on a council estate and I ‘aven’t got a clue what you’re on about”.

Me: (taking a step backwards), “A sociopath is someone who sees others as means to his own ends. Others don’t matter, only the sociopath’s needs matter and he will do anything to obtain his needs. Basically he lacks any sympathy for others. So, Barry are you a sociopath?” (placing my back against the wall).

Barry: “I want to make money. All girls are dirty whores, they’ll open their legs for a guy with a bit of cash, I am the middle man allowing that to happen. Whoring is a business, I’m a businessman”.

Me: “You haven’t answered my question” (as I glance nervously towards the door).

Barry: “When I was growing up no one gave a shit about me. Mum would lock me in the cupboard under the stairs for the slightest thing. She was a dirty bitch. She never gave a fuck about me, why should I give a stuff about anyone else. You middle class types don’t ‘ave a clue about the real world. I do what I ‘ave to survive”.

Me: “Do you have any regrets about forcing Samantha and other young women into prostitution?”

Barry: “You must be fucking deaf. I told you, no one gives a shit about Barry O’Connor so I don’t give a flying fuck about them. If someone pisses on you, you piss right back. I’m getting bored with you, fuck off before I do something you’ll regret”.

(Barry clenches his fists and rises from the table he has been sitting at. I grab the door handle and run as though my life depended on it).

OMG I’VE BEEN TAGGED

I was surprised and delighted to get tagged by Kev Cooper, http://kevs-domain.net/2014/02/09/omg-i-got-tagged/. The idea behind tagging is that the author being tagged tags 3 authors in turn helping to promote them and their work. These authors then need to answer 4 questions and tag a further 3 authors who should do likewise.  Kevin Cooper is the author of several excellent books including Mieddo and The Devils Apology both of which I can recommend.

My answers to the 4 questions are as follows:

What are you currently working on?

I am working on a story exploring the world of Enjo Kosai or compensated dating, a practice where men pay women for companionship and, on occasions sex. This is a very sensitive subject as the practice can entail the exploitation of teenage girls by much older men.

 

How does your work differ from others in the same genre?

The honest answer is I don’t know. I have read writers tackling similar themes, however I have my own voice which does, I hope come across in my writing.

 

Why do you write what you do?

I write about those issues which interest me. Flowers and lambs gambling in sunlit fields have their place but it is the darker side of human nature which holds a fascination for me. We are all a mixture of saint and sinner and it is this combination which fascinates me.

 

How does your writing process work?

I sit down and write what is in my head at the time, a stream of consciousness if you like. On occasions I hear people talking in my head and commit those conversations to paper (well virtual paper)! I do edit but most editing takes place once my manuscript has been written in it’s entirety.

 

 

You’ve Been Tagged!

 

The rules of this tag are to answer the following four writing questions, and then tag three other authors. Next week these three authors will answer the

same questions and tag three others, and so the chain continues to grow larger. This will enable readers to get to know more authors and their books. It

will also allow everyone to get to know these authors a little better.

 

12 Days the Beginning by Jade Reyner http://jadereyner.com/

12 Days tells the story of Elise Grayson, a young woman who falls in love with her boss, Vaughan. However Elise is trapped in an abusive marriage and the course of true love does not run smoothly.

 

Lucky Girl: How I Survived The Sex Industry, by Violet Ivy, http://www.amazon.co.uk/LUCKY-GIRL-How-Survived-Industry-ebook/dp/B00BJKJ3W6.

In this book Violet Ivy provides a no holes barred account of her participation in the world’s oldest profession. Vilet’s account is often funny and, on occasions sad. This book is well worth reading for anyone seeking to understand the world of the high class escort girl.

Margaux’s Blog, http://margo187.wordpress.com/author/thisismargaux/.

Although to my knowledge, Margaux has not published any books, her stories have appeared on a number of sites and provide the reader with tremendous pleasure.

A Sturdy Sappling

Several days ago my blog, newauthoronline.com received it’s 500th follow (as of now I have 502 followers). I am delighted that newauthoronline has grown from a tiny seed into a sturdy sapling but this growth would have been impossible without the support of you, my followers. I relish the interaction between you and I. Without your comments and likes this blog would be a dead thing, a void into which I pour my thoughts  only for them to become lost in the howling wind which gusts around cyberspace. Thank you all for your continuing support, Kevin

Oops!

Several months ago I blogged regarding my computer crashing and how this had caused me to investigate back-up services. Like every writer and, indeed most PC users I worry about losing vital data. Well I didn’t get around to setting up a back-up service. You can, I am sure guess the rest. Several days ago my laptop refused, point blank to turn off. The screen was black and the machine was making a whirring sound. The problem almost certainly stems from me having attempted to shut it down when it was already in the process of closing which confused the poor old thing. Anyway the whirring continued for several hours and I went to bed leaving the computer running. Fortunately, come the morrow the PC had turned itself off and has been running without problems since then. Now this time around I will start backing up my files, believe me!

Book Review: Samantha By K Morris

I was delighted to receive the below 4 star review of my story Samantha

“Samantha is the first book that I have read by this author but I can assure you that it won’t be the last. From the first page he had me captivated as I

followed the journey of Samantha, a troubled girl from a privileged background who finds herself out on the streets through no fault of her own. The author’s

attention to detail throughout the book is excellent and the characters were all easy to identify with.

 

Although Samantha is a short book, it is nonetheless a very satisfying read and I very much look forward to more works by this author.”

For the review please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R1I8EMOV3SFDLM/ref=cm_cr_dp_title?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00BL3CNHI&channel=detail-glance&nodeID=341677031&store=digital-text

Don’t Blame The Mirror

Earlier today I came across the following post which caused me to think about whether I, as a writer have a moral responsibility regarding my writing, http://dverted.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/a-writers-moral-responsibility-what-is.html. Do I bare any moral responsibility if a reader of one of my stories takes it upon himself to break the law?

To take a concrete example. In my story, Samantha, http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI, Sam is date raped and blackmailed into becoming a prostitute. To ensure authenticity I researched GHB (a date rape drug) and included in my story details of how the drug works. Am I morally culpable if a reader of Samantha takes what I have written concerning GHB and employs that knowledge to commit rape? The answer has to be no as the information concerning GHB is freely available online (I gleaned my information from a site aimed at warning women of the dangers of date rape and furnishing information on how to avoid being subjected to it). Most people accessing such information will do so for legitimate reasons (E.G. to avoid becoming a victim of crime). A minority will, however access the information with the malign intent to commit a criminal act. This is deplorable and anyone guilty of rape ought to be severely punished. Rape destroys lives (literally)! Having said that I can not be held responsible if someone uses information contained in Samantha to commit the horrendous crime of rape. Where writers to be held liable for the actions of the mentally ill or the criminally minded we would, as authors be constantly looking over our shoulders (watching what we write) and the creative process would wither and die. Samantha merely reflects what, sadly happens all to frequently up and down the land, the story holds up a mirror to society, it is not responsible for what is reflected back however ugly the reflection may be.

In my story The First Time, http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-First-Time-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00FJGKY7Y, Becky, a young graduate becomes an escort (a kind of prostitute) in order to pay off her creditors. If a student or graduate saddled with debt reads The First Time and sees in it a way out of their money problems am I responsible in any manner for their decision to enter the sex industry? Again the answer has to be an emphatic no. The First Time does, as with Samantha hold up a mirror to society reflecting it back, warts and all. Students are getting into debt and an admittedly tiny proportion of them are turning to various forms of sex work including (but not limited to) prostitution. It is the financial situation in which female (and a few male) students find themselves, not my writing which acts as the catalyst for their entry into prostitution.

So do we as writers have any moral responsibility? To me the primary role of the writer is to tell a good story without pulling any punches. The writer who Is constantly fearful of the reaction of others will not give of their best. The fact of the matter is that someone, somewhere will be offended by something or other. We can not, as authors be forever walking on egg shells. We do, however have a duty to be true to ourselves, to tell the best tale we can and to behave with integrity.

Dogs Are Not Allowed

On the way home from work this evening I popped into my local Sainsburys with my guide dog, Trigger for a few items. On reaching the till a young boy announced, in a voice which would do credit to a sargent Major

“Dogs ar not allowed!”

The obviously embarrassed mother reprimanded her son, (I could detect the rebuke by the tone of her voice but, not being able to understand French I was at a loss to know what, exactly she said). At the time I just smiled. However, in retrospect I ought to have said something along the following lines

“Pet dogs are not allowed in supermarkets, however, my dog is a working guide dog who helps me to find my way around. Because of his special training he is allowed into shops, restaurants and other places which pet dogs are not allowed to enter. All guide dogs will have on a special white harness so you will know (if you see the harness) that the dog is a working guide dog”.

Obviously I would have phrased the above in a manner easily understood by a young child and my words would have been accompanied by a smile so as not to intimidate the little boy. As I said above I don’t know what the mother said to her son but her words where brief and sharp which leads me to believe that the child was admonished for his statement rather than having the role of working guide dogs clearly explained to him, It is only through patient explanation that children learn and shouting at youngsters is not the way forward. Education is, as with so many other issues the answer.

For my Amazon Author Page please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/K.-Morris/e/B00CEECWHY/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0