Forgive Me, Bloody Hell...And Other Stories

By Steven Soul

This is my debut collection of short stories, containing a mix of different genres including; Sci-fi, Supernatural, Paranormal, Psychological and Horror. With our lives as busy and hectic as they are it can be frustrating to dip in and out of a novel, the answer? Short stories! Perfect for those short spaces of time to fill - the commute, waiting room or just before bed (if you dare to read them before going to sleep!)
FORGIVE ME: A dramatic and emotional story with a twist.
BLOODY HELL: A dark and angry tale that will confuse before explaining.
JUST DESSERTS: Will justice prevail?
STOP ME IF YOU CAN: Did they pick the wrong victim?
BAD MISTAKES: What would you sacrifice to see the future? Your money, your wife, your life?
MARY ANN STRAMP: The twisted mind of a Peeping Tom. Will Mary Ann survive?
Also included is a sneaky peak of the prologue to my novel MAN MADE KILLERS.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steven Soul
• Release date: Feb 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311736901

Steven Soul

Steven Soul is a self published Novel and Short Story Author. He was Born in the north east of England in 1976 and now lives with his wife and four children in the south west county of Somerset. He works full time but fits in writing at every opportunity, he writes everyday; he'd love to write full time!Steven's writing is quite varied and his novels and short stories span several genres, most notably horror, sci fi and thriller.He spends his free time when not writing clearing his mind at the local fishing ponds.

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Forgive Me,

Bloody Hell

And Other Stories.

Steven Soul

Copyright © Steven Soul 2014

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DEDICATION:

To my Wife.

I know they often are ‘To my Wife’ (and you are all probably yawning now) but the truth is that without her massive input into my Website, Facebook, Editing and just plain telling me when things don’t make sense in a sentence, these short stories and all my work would never have been completed. Her favourite words to me over the last few months have been, Did you mean to write that like that? and I’m not sure this little bit here makes sense as she highlights a thousand words.

So thank you with all my heart, you slave driver, for helping, pushing and carrying me through this exciting time.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE.~ FORGIVE ME

CHAPTER TWO. ~BLOODY HELL

CHAPTER THREE.~ JUST DESSERTS, CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER THREE. ~ JUST DESSERTS, CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER THREE. ~ JUST DESSERTS, CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER FOUR.~ STOP ME IF YOU CAN

CHAPTER FIVE.~ BAD MISTAKES, CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER FIVE. ~ BAD MISTAKES CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER SIX.~ MARY ANN STRAMP

CHAPTER SEVEN.~ MAN MADE KILLERS PROLOGUE

CHAPTER EIGHT.~ CONNECT WITH STEVEN SOUL

FORGIVE ME

I am so sorry Helen, you have to believe me. I didn't mean it. Sometimes I just get so angry. It builds up in the pit of my stomach until it just flows out from Me. says Steven.

Helen looks to the floor with tears running down her pretty, but tired looking face; before they drip to the carpet beneath her feet. Her sobs bounce around the living room, filling the silence. Time seems to slow as Steven watches one tear as it falls from Helens face, it sparkles and dances as it spins in mid-air and the light from the window brings it to life. It moves from a perfect sphere, to a perfect tear shape. As the weight and movement spins it. The momentum of its own energy forces it out, before spinning back to the sphere. It reflects and pulls into it the surrounding colours and shapes. Helens bright blue water filled eye, blooms into the centre of the salty water, before been replaced with the chair and her legs as it moves ever downwards. It seems to Steven that all of Helens hope, fears and pain, live in that tiny tear for a few seconds, until it explodes onto the carpet.

She doesn't talk back to Steven; she leans back in her chair, as she does so she lifts her feet until she is sat in the foetal position.

Please talk to me sweetheart, you are my life, you know that don't you? She turns her face away from Steven, choosing to look at the wall instead of facing him. How can I make it up to you, if you won't even look at me? He asks pitifully and looking to his feet like a naughty child.

Helen seems to sink into her chair, she looks so sad, desperate and small as the chair swallows her petite body into it.

Please darling, he pleads. Look at me, talk to me. Steven walks around in front of her, to look into her eyes. But they are squeezed tightly closed. They flicker open just long enough to allow built up tears