Bodies in a Window – Paperback/Kindle – Sex

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This character and subsequent events of a highly sexual nature were based on a real event. A parent came in to school to complain about the actions of the boys with his fourteen-year-old daughter. Apparently the police weren’t interested. He expected me to instil different attitudes into the boys.

I am in the room with my dead father, looking out the window. The young girl walks along with her friend.

Excerpt – Bodies in a Window 

Les had helped me plan it. My parents were away and I was fourteen so they thought I was old enough to look after myself. Of course I could. I was nearly fifteen for heaven’s sake. Les helped out there a real lot though because I know they still had their doubts. They liked Les and thought she was a calming influence on me. She assured them that she’d look after me – the lying vixen. They thought it was fine leaving me alone for the odd weekend as long as I had Les for company. I wouldn’t get up to any harm with good old Les. To look at us you’d think butter wouldn’t melt in our mouths. But then parents rarely saw what was in front of their noses. Heaven knows what was in their heads. Silly sods.

I knew what was in my head though.

I wanted Doug and I wanted sex. That was all that was in my head. I was crazy about him. I don’t know why him in particular. He wasn’t your big hunky type. He was a little guy with long hair and he seemed so sweet. All the girls loved him. He and Oz were the two heart-throbs of the year. I suppose that was sufficient to start with. I adored him. I’d set my sights on him even though he was well out of my league. I thought I stood a chance. I was determined and I had a couple of weapons in my armoury that the other girls didn’t. I was realistic. I would have loved to have a relationship but I knew that wasn’t about to happen so I was prepared to settle for what I could get.

I was crazy about boys in general. I had been for well over a year. Doug was the focus of it at this moment in time but it wasn’t just about him. Sex was the only thing on my mind. Not to put too polite a spin on it, like the boys said, I just wanted to fuck. I know that was not what young girls were supposed to feel. It’s supposed to be love and romance and all that, princes and frogs – but not with me. I had this thing about sex. That is all that seemed to matter to me. It consumed me. I wanted one of them to put his thing inside me and fuck me for ever. That sounded like heaven to me. I seemed to feel it more than the other girls. They were interested but in a sort of soppy way. It was all love and fairy tales with them but not me. I wanted the real thing. I got so hot between the legs and I couldn’t help thinking about it. It sent funny feelings gurgling in my tummy. It sometimes made me so wet down there that it was uncomfortable. I found myself dreaming about it in class and had to make an excuse to get out to the loo. That was easy enough. Most of the old male teachers were too embarrassed to ask. If they thought it you were having a period they just let you go. The female ones were not quite so easy to pull the wool over though. Some of them really gave you the first degree.

Bodies in a Window: Amazon.co.uk: Goodwin, Opher: 9781986269544: Books

53 and imploding – Work/life balance.

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This novel might appear disjointed but it isn’t. It is a stream of consciousness that revolves around my life and reflections. What holds it together is my mind. That is the anchor.

What is important in life? What can be put to one side?

Excerpt – 53 and imploding

I smile. I did not realise that there was a competition.

Eternity smiles with me. It is a condescending little smile. I detect a little compassion in it. It is a little arrogant perhaps, a little superiority. I am being patronised.

In a billion years time my words will still be among the best but, just as today, no better than the worst. But at least Jesus will have been proved wrong – the poor will not still be with us!

I have to stop this now. Jan has come in. She is increasingly irritated with me taking time for this writing. I should be doing something. There are rooms to tidy, birthday presents to buy and send, and work to be done. She resents me spending time on this. She regards this as a pointless pile of egotism.

She is usually right.

I should be scurrying through the mounds of marking. I have a pile of work awaiting my attention but no desire to tackle it. We are off to China next week. I will be viewing walls, temples, terracotta armies, squares, and sailing up the Yangste. I have taken my first anti-malarial tablet today. We decided against the Japanese Encephalitis jabs and the Hepatitis B. The nurse explained to me that you catch Hepatitis B the same way as AIDS inferring I would be OK if I didn’t shag any Chinese babes while I was over there. I assured her that I didn’t think that particular jab would be necessary. Babes of any variety do not find me particularly magnetic these days.

I ache. My joints are seizing up, my waist expanding and my hair receding. Perhaps Chinese babes are impressed with these characteristics. After all they are signs of success. I have achieved this vast age, am obviously fact, and have wealth enough to travel. I am a biological success. They would covert my genes for their offspring.

Somehow I can’t see them falling over each other to fight Jan for my affections. Life has its phases. There are some compensations.

I will eat Chinese delicacies, drink slightly different alcoholic beverages, meet up with old friends, talk and reminisce, watch the sights, takes a million photos and come home.

So what is this all about?

I am sitting here in front of this screen. I have tidied my desk and put my heaps of CDs away. I counted them. I have about 3000. I am a collector. I am not sure why. It displays some psychological flaw.

Rog phoned and wanted Nick’s number but I didn’t have it. It is raining outside, grey and dreary with no prospects for improvement. Cars are passing along the road feet away from me and making a hiss as they spray water. Tom is at work in an architect’s office. He has a future designing mounds for the establishment. My dog sleeps at my feet contently. He does not like rain and has a bladder that was designed for an elephant. I have a hangover from drinking too much beer and wine last night. I am still tempted to roll a joint.

I haven’t quite stopped yet. Jan stomped past. I want a piss again. I have nothing to report. Life goes by.

I am a trifle bored. I intend to shut this down so that I can do the required work. It is only fair to do my bit.

Fuck it. I decided to go on. I am enjoying myself. Jan can go fuck herself and take her stomping elsewhere. After all, tidying can wait. You can never get a mound too tidy. I am aware that this could have fucking repercussions later.

I am compelled to write. Sometimes it flows as if I am connected to something inside myself and it is just using me as a conduit. Idea follows idea. I am not saying that they are brilliant. I am aware that it is all the same junk. It is just that it gets in a groove and those connections spark and I am pulled along.

53 and imploding eBook : goodwin, opher: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

Poetry – Reflectin’

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Reflectin’

The sun is at its lowest ebb.

The fire roars.

The mulled wine flows

And laughter resounds

With friends and family.

A time to reflect on life –

On a year that has gone.

A time to assess,

And a time to look ahead

To what is to come

With new resolve.

Out of the ashes

Of what might have been

Comes the phoenix

Of new possibilities.

If one is clear-sighted enough

To learn from ones mistakes

And take those lessons forward.

In the flickering flames

Of the dying fire

Are forged new ideas

And the determination

To make them real.

Opher 24.12.2018

Sometimes, on a winter’s night, it is good to sit in front of the last remains of the fire, to feel its glow, watch the last flames licking, and think. There is a mesmerizing hypnotism to a fire. It draws on in and allows great introspection.

What new resolve is forged in those flames?

A 2000 post re-evaluation. What do you think?

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This is my 2000th post on Opher’s World.

I started blogging in May 2014 so I suppose that is quite good going. At any milestone it is always good to re-evaluate what the aims are and what has been achieved.

I set out to write my blog to do a number of things:

  1. To share all the various aspects of my creative life (My writing, poetry, photography and art)
  2. To have an outlet for my views and opinions
  3. To publicise my books
  4. To hone my skills in a different way
  5. To influence the world and be part of a positive force for change
  6. To highlight the huge problems with overpopulation, environmental destruction, extinction of species, political madness, fundamental religion and social stupidity
  7. To communicate my love of nature
  8. To share my musical tastes
  9. To have a bit of fun

So? Whose to judge the success of this venture? Well I can give my opinion but the real arbiters are you – the readers of my posts. I seemingly have 5500 followers in 150 different countries (though I never hear from most of them – I think they are fictitious). Have you found them informative, inspiring, entertaining and purposeful?

From my perspective it has been a mixed bag.

  1. I’ve certainly shared my creativity. There’s a wealth of writing, poems, photos and painting in these 2000 posts
  2. I’ve vented my spleen on anything that’s taken my fancy
  3. I’ve noticed that every single time I publicise my books the sales dip. I’m not sure what that tells me? In that sense it appears to have been counterproductive
  4. It has been interesting to try writing (and thinking) in a different medium
  5. I haven’t yet solved all the world’s problems. But I do believe that we have to keep plugging away. There are millions of us out there. We can make a difference.
  6. I have certainly highlighted problems and solutions.
  7. I hope I have communicated my love of nature
  8. There are heaps of posts on lyrics, bands, singers and Rock Music (in its widest sense) – the things and people that have influenced me.
  9. I have had fun and interacted with some brilliant new friends all over the world.

Well Thank you all. I’m not quite sure where this journey is going. I think I will likely take a break from blogging for a while and see what else life has to offer. Blogging is remarkably time consuming. It has distracted me from my books.

Perhaps it is time to put it into perspective.