Books and Stories by Voinks the author
Another of my series of stories inspired by song titles. I remember loving this when I was young, and hearing it recently on a TV advert inspired this short story. ‘You’re not going out looking like that. For God’s sake woman, you look like a tart. It’s bad enough you’re off gallivanting with your daft friends, …
Continue reading You don’t own Me
I’m seldom short of ideas for writing my stories, only time. However, I can’t resist a challenge, and when I was prompted to use one of the following words in a story, I had to include all of them! 😀 Anonymous, Faceless, Grey, Sunlight, Attention, Secret, Purpose. Warning: This story contains minor elements of domestic …
It's a shame when bullies turn a fun tradition into a frightening experience for the elderly, but beware - sometimes all is not as it seems. 😀 ‘Did you get the box of sweets as I asked you?’ ‘I told you, we’re getting too old for all that rubbish. Anyway, the kids round here are …
This story was inspired by a clown with a golden voice. I wasn’t particularly bright at school. Maths confused me, sport was not my forte, my class mates laughed at my accent, but they did laugh. Speaking little English it was hard to settle, and every day was a trial. My life changed the day …
I usually post a link to my books at the end but couldn't resist this. Anyone have a spare £1059.63 to buy a copy? 😀 (From Amazon UK 10.7.2018) ABC-Destiny by Voinks Hardcover £1,059.63 (1 used & new offers) 4.8 out of 5 stars 7 It's in the course of being republished but I do have some …
One disadvantage of being self-published is that you have no publishing company sending you gifts to celebrate the release of your new paperback. How wonderful then, to receive this in the post from a supporter. Fizz, chocolates and books. What more could you ask for? Only friends and a safe home- which is the …
Continue reading End of the Road Part 1 and Publication day gifts
It was Ethel and Martha’s usual routine to go for a ride on a Sunday afternoon. Not for them the lycra-clad, bottled-water swigging, bright young things down at the gymnasium. No, a pair of good stout brogues, a sensible tweed skirt, bicycle clips and the wind blowing through their head-scarved pink-permed hair was the …
