Not A Gay Romance - A Nun And Priest Tale

From time to time I take a little trip away from writing in my favourite gay romance genre to try my hand at other things. I enjoy writing literary stories and I also enjoy writing little stories set in the 1950's and 1950's. I write such stories under the name of Ester Phillips. Short stories are a favourite of mine, and are, I think underrated these days, which is a shame. The short story is an art form in its own right. You can read a short story on the bus, in bed, on the train, while enjoying a tea or coffee break, or in your lunch hour. Just because a story has less than ten thousand words doesn't mean it has any less merit or content value than a longer story. Short stories are often harder to write than longer ones and they're an excellent way for writers to hone their skills.

A short story by Ester Phillips - A Nun And Priest Tale. I've had this short tale hanging around for a very long time. I dug it out and decided that re-writing it would be a good way to break my recent dry spell and give me some good writing practice. I have enjoyed writing it and I hope some of you will enjoy reading it, even if it isn't M/M in focus.

Meet Father John and the formidable Sister Austin. Who will triumph in a battle of wills over the fate of a small boy? 

Forward

This short, comedy-drama, story contains the physical punishment of a child by an adult. It by no means condones the corporal punishment of children, far from it. It’s written as a period piece, a period when such things as childhood CP were the norm. Being a schoolchild in the 1960’s was a hazardous business, especially if you went to a Catholic school in a poor working class community. Nuns and Priests wielded considerable power and influence. Some used it kindly, while others abused their position and delighted in cruelty.



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Unsocial Media and Other Stuff.

Why is Social Media so called when it is anything but social? I've just deactivated my Facebook account, and it feels like a burden lifted. To be honest I never participated  much on the site because it made me feel nervous. Most of the people seemed perfectly nice and kind, but invariably some nastiness would spring up. There is always someone who thinks their personal opinion is so important that they have to give it while not giving a shit about how much hurt they cause with their spiteful behaviour. They think they have the right to humiliate and embarrass other people, and they do it as if they're handing out a favour.  I despise people like that. They are bullies, and they spoil so much with their negative venom, often disguised as 'advice.' I'm done with Facebook now. I'm just not cut out for it. I have enough stress in my everyday life without having mythical 'friends' put me down online.

I'm still not able to write much these days as I struggle with health issues. I seem to spend much of my time either at hospital or travelling to and from it. I find it very hard to accept what is happening to me. All of a sudden I feel very mortal, and really rather old and tired.

I was thinking of serialising a story on my website, just to see if it helps me get back in the swing of writing. I've lost the pleasure I once had in writing for both my own and other peoples' entertainment. That's all I ever wanted to do, entertain like minded people with my brand of kinky fic, but somehow that has been lost. I thought that maybe writing a little at a time might be less daunting than trying to write a complete book. I'm not sure.