There was a girl called Lin, who ate chocolates from a tin. Surely tis no sin to scoff chocolates from a tin?
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Increasing Numbers Of Students Turning To Prostitution To Pay For Their Tuition
The Liverpool Echo has an article detailing how increasing numbers of students attending the city’s university are turning to prostitution. With the increase in university tuition fees some students are seeing escorting as a quick and easy way to make money, (http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/liverpool-news/liverpool-students-selling-sex-pay-6687922).
My book, Samantha tells the fictional story of how a young woman is forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a Liverpool night club, save her or will she end her days in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Docks?
It should be stressed that the article in the Liverpool Echo deals with women who have entered the sex industry without coercion, although some commentators believe that economic circumstances (a lack of resources and opportunities) do constitute economic coercion (I.E. most people entering prostitution have no other alternative).
For Samantha please visit http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI
Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover
An interesting article on Mail Online’s site about unusual Kindle book covers (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3004823/Try-not-judge-books-covers-world-s-worst-hilarious-Kindle-ebook-artwork-revealed.html).
Trust The People
“Trust the people” he said, in a manner most beguiling.
The people harkened to his words, their eyes smiling and, afar off the sound of knives being sharpened was heard.
An Interview With My Guide Dog Trigger
Me: “Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed Trigger”.
“Trigger: “I only agreed because you promised me a large marrow bone”.
“Me: “I don’t remember making any such promise!”
Trigger: “No bone, no interview”.
Me: “OK, you win but I’m not happy about this!”
Trigger: “Just get on with it will you. I can see a fox in the garden below. I want to go and play with him”.
Me: “You know foxes don’t appreciate your idea of play”.
Trigger: “All I want to do is play chase the tail. Really I can’t imagine why that silly fox objects to me wanting to catch him by the tail”.
Me: “Well I will explain, its … oh lets forget about it. Whatever I say, the next time you are off the lead you will still chase that poor fox”.
Trigger: “To be honest I’m getting bored with foxes. I’d love to play with one of those squirrel creatures. They really are most unsporting. Whenever I get near one they go and climb a tree. I can’t climb trees”. (Trigger looks sorrowful and his tail droops between his legs).
Me: “You love going into the office with me. Can you tell my readers what you like about my place of work?”
Trigger: “Everyone is so kind. People leave all kinds of tasty morsels within easy reach of a large lab/retriever. All I need to do is put my nose onto the desk and the prize is mine! I especially enjoy a challenge. Some workers put their food in plastic containers. These present a little more of a challenge. I have, however easily mastered the world of tuppaware containers”.
Me: “Is there anything you would like to say to my colleagues?”
Trigger: “Thank you for feeding me but, in future please just leave eatables on the floor it makes things much easier for me!”
Me: “what is your philosophy of life?”
Trigger: “If it’s vaguely edible eat it and, even if its inedible chew it anyway as this can be tremendous fun”.
Me: “Thank you Trigger. I’m off for a slice of chocolate cake. Trigger have you seen my cake? Bad dog, come here …!”
Perhaps
Laughter hides the pain inside, or do I over analyse?
Your words spoken, truth or lies? maybe I overanalyse?
Your passing kiss doth us divide, perchance I overanalyse?
Your smile conceals the hurt inside, perhaps I overanalyse.
An Author’s Plea
Please buy my book
Do Take a look
You can read it on your Nook
Oh do please buy my book!
Reading is great
Early or late
Its never to late
Oh do take a look!
Let Us Away
Let us away and make hay
For tomorrow we must pay
Let us frolic the live long day
But tomorrow we must pay
Mirror
The mirror sees it all
The writings on the wall
To the girl he calls
She turns to him and falls
Gazing in the glass
She sees the truth at last
Hides it with a laugh
Would that she could break the glass
Would I Know?
The sound of the clock, each tick bringing it a little closer
An owl hoots in the park
A fox barks
Cars pass outside
The bed is warm
Somewhere a couple laugh
Time creeps onwards
I roll over
Sleep envelops,
I dream
Is death one long dream from which we never wake? And, if so would I know the difference between the state of dreaming and that of death?