had. That made him shift in his bed, uncomfortably. He woke up in the morning refreshed, having had one of his best sleeps in a very long time. Some of the dreams were still vivid in his mind. He didn’t always remember his dreams, but this time, he was glad he did.
He showered with a big smile on his face, not bothering to talk to his penis in the mirror. He knew Johnny was just as satisfied as he was. He had no work; choosing not to go in and he simply wasn’t bothered if there were ramifications due to his absence. He somehow felt that morning that his Garden Centre career was probably over. He had another career to think about now. He made his coffee and cornflakes and decided to settle down on the sofa to finish the book he had started to read the night before.
Three hours later he had finished one of the most satisfying reads he’d had for a long time. He had felt close to the author as if they had something in common. A bond had been formed, he realised that now. The book, “Charlotte’s Dream”, had become part of his life, along with the person who wrote it. He certainly would be looking out for her future novels. He felt that it was so enthralling that it inspired him to write. He thought of his own success and his own books displayed on the shelves at Waterstones. Carla Reid was in his head now and he was no longer taking the tablets that may have removed her.
He booted up his laptop and soon had a blank page staring at him. He already had the basis of a novel in his head. A lot of it had come in his dreams. He sat looking at the blank screen for at least five minutes as he went through his thought process. He just needed the Title and a hundred different ones went through his head. He wanted something simple but that would stand out; something to lure the reader in. Then he typed down one word in bold and underlined.
Stalker
He then started to write.
Chapter One:
Coral Reece finished work at 5pm that day…
He sat and wrote for a further three hours, at times pausing for thought and making a coffee, only to soon be back typing again. He typed his last word for that session and let out a big sigh as a big smile creased his face. He had finished Chapter One. He shut his laptop down and sat grinning idiotically to himself. He had finally done it and the first successful novel he always wanted to write was finally underway. It was a feeling he had never felt before and could only imagine what it would feel like when he finally finished it. It was far better than anything he had recently read. Stardom loomed and it was just a few brief chapters away.
He did some household chores and then spent some time tending his beloved flower beds, weeding in between the annuals and the perennials. He mowed his lawn and trimmed the borders, all the time thinking about the last book he read. Occasionally his thoughts went to his latest novel with Chapter Two already firmly fixed in his mind.
Suddenly, he realised he hadn’t eaten all day. He also felt like celebrating his achievement, in the only way he knew how, with the only person in his life at that moment. He got out his phone and sat and deliberated about it, wondering if it was too soon or was he already getting too involved? It was only fun and he really wanted to celebrate. He could not think of a better way, so he finally sent the text. ‘Dinner?’
He was feeling excited and realised he would have to shower and change before she got there; he was still grubby from his gardening. Then his phoned beeped and his smile grew wider as he thought of the wild sex he was about to embark on. He thought of his dream and the things he had forced Marcia to do. He read the text then threw his phone on the sofa. The text had read.
‘Sorry not hungry.’
His mood had changed in a flash. He could feel the pent-up anger. He had expected Marcia simply to reply ‘desert’ and was surprised when she rejected him. He
He showered with a big smile on his face, not bothering to talk to his penis in the mirror. He knew Johnny was just as satisfied as he was. He had no work; choosing not to go in and he simply wasn’t bothered if there were ramifications due to his absence. He somehow felt that morning that his Garden Centre career was probably over. He had another career to think about now. He made his coffee and cornflakes and decided to settle down on the sofa to finish the book he had started to read the night before.
Three hours later he had finished one of the most satisfying reads he’d had for a long time. He had felt close to the author as if they had something in common. A bond had been formed, he realised that now. The book, “Charlotte’s Dream”, had become part of his life, along with the person who wrote it. He certainly would be looking out for her future novels. He felt that it was so enthralling that it inspired him to write. He thought of his own success and his own books displayed on the shelves at Waterstones. Carla Reid was in his head now and he was no longer taking the tablets that may have removed her.
He booted up his laptop and soon had a blank page staring at him. He already had the basis of a novel in his head. A lot of it had come in his dreams. He sat looking at the blank screen for at least five minutes as he went through his thought process. He just needed the Title and a hundred different ones went through his head. He wanted something simple but that would stand out; something to lure the reader in. Then he typed down one word in bold and underlined.
Stalker
He then started to write.
Chapter One:
Coral Reece finished work at 5pm that day…
He sat and wrote for a further three hours, at times pausing for thought and making a coffee, only to soon be back typing again. He typed his last word for that session and let out a big sigh as a big smile creased his face. He had finished Chapter One. He shut his laptop down and sat grinning idiotically to himself. He had finally done it and the first successful novel he always wanted to write was finally underway. It was a feeling he had never felt before and could only imagine what it would feel like when he finally finished it. It was far better than anything he had recently read. Stardom loomed and it was just a few brief chapters away.
He did some household chores and then spent some time tending his beloved flower beds, weeding in between the annuals and the perennials. He mowed his lawn and trimmed the borders, all the time thinking about the last book he read. Occasionally his thoughts went to his latest novel with Chapter Two already firmly fixed in his mind.
Suddenly, he realised he hadn’t eaten all day. He also felt like celebrating his achievement, in the only way he knew how, with the only person in his life at that moment. He got out his phone and sat and deliberated about it, wondering if it was too soon or was he already getting too involved? It was only fun and he really wanted to celebrate. He could not think of a better way, so he finally sent the text. ‘Dinner?’
He was feeling excited and realised he would have to shower and change before she got there; he was still grubby from his gardening. Then his phoned beeped and his smile grew wider as he thought of the wild sex he was about to embark on. He thought of his dream and the things he had forced Marcia to do. He read the text then threw his phone on the sofa. The text had read.
‘Sorry not hungry.’
His mood had changed in a flash. He could feel the pent-up anger. He had expected Marcia simply to reply ‘desert’ and was surprised when she rejected him. He
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