Character based story Stories

On arrival at my hotel, I looked at my watch: only nine-thirty. So still time for breakfast. I nipped up to my room to check if Mark was there, but it was empty, and surprisingly both our beds were still made. It looked like Mark had gotten lucky as well. I took the opportunity to ruffle up my bed and quickly change. I had no intention of mentioning anything about my night activities with Clare, especially as Mark knows S...

I had a passport. Mark, my best friend, knew that as we had been on a “lads” holiday together four years before. It was the same holiday that I met a ginger-haired girl called Kirsty. The girl that I ended up spending the week with, and just maybe, the girl I first fell in love with. Mark explained that a space had become available to go on a stag do in Majorca from next Thursday to Sunday morning. It was a distant relati...

In the four years since I met Clare, many things have changed in my life, the most positive being Sarah, my girlfriend. She was my first true girlfriend. I had not forgotten Clare. She was still somewhere in the farther reaches of my mind, nestling there. But Clare was four years ago; she would be now grown up and probably living in Yorkshire—I never understood why, but my thoughts occasionally would flicker to Clare. I w...