Stories of Tie Up Games

Monday Janna and I were on another vacation, and we were working our way from Land’s End to John O’Groats – spending time visiting places and playing some games with families we had not being in the area of before. So, while Janna was enjoying visiting some of the sights of Exeter, I was in a nice ...

I am trying to, but if you read my blog you would see I'm currently trying to find a new job, so quite a few thing are slipping now...

GreyLord wrote: ↑3 years ago Thank you for posting Dark Hiro's art. I just keep finding wonderful new things (new to me) on this site. Is Dark Hiro still active?

Sadly, no - I managed to save much of his stuff.

So we're sitting here. Mum, Cassie and me, watching them leave the room, and I'm not sure what's scaring me the most - the fact that Cassie and I have managed to remain so calm, or the fact that at some point I'll need to explain to mum why we're so calm. I’m Jenny - Jenny Craig, twelve years old, n...

Pirates It was Talk Like A Pirate day, so Mom and me decided we would dress up the same way, like pirates, but in a way that meant we could still go to the mall. So we both wore black and white stripes tops with long sleeves, a leather sash round our waists as a belt, and jeans. I had a white headb...

I'm going to delete that one, I just could not make it work. As to this one, we're jumping forward a little time, and you'll see what's happened to the others soon...

Good lord, has it really been a year? More than that actually, but – hi, it’s Cassie Craig here, nearly fifteen. I know it has been a while, but – well, a lot has been happening, and I guess I and the others will tell you all about it in due course. So at some point, I will tell you about how I spen...

This visit turned out a little differently – but… Well, let me start at the beginning. The family I was going to visit consisted of Dad, Mum and two children, a ten year old boy and an eight year old girl – but the mother was a convert to Islam, not a devout person but she observed the traditions. S...

The Monford Manor House stood back from the main road, a large Georgian building that for generations had been the home of the Monford family. It was also the site on which a daring home invasion was carried out by one man – a man known as the Green Hood… As a criminal, he was known for a very parti...

IvyTheTerrible Hey – sorry I haven’t been around recently folks. What’s new? IViTheFirst Hey Ivy - was just talking to Timmy here. IvyTheTerrible Timmy? ITimmyTime Hi – I’m Timmy, and yes I’m a boy – but Vi was saying other boys have been here. IViTheFirst There have indeed – so Timmy, what happene...

DanteSparda wrote: ↑3 years ago Is there any more stories with these characters?

Actually, I do have an idea for Matilda's Sleepover...

Hi. Thanks for the kind feedback and comments. I looked up Boot Camp - I think that story was actually written by a user from here called Jennybond. She and I were here at the same time when I first joined. She and I had very similar writing styles and our stories often followed similar plot lines ...

Jay Edwards and Mrs McPhee are well known for the way they treat the families they hold hostage as they go about their work – but they are a group that work in our time, our place. But here is a question – what if they operated fifty years ago, and in the United States… 1.30 pm It was another beaut...

“Well, at least the girls are out of our way,” Stephen said as he, Robert and Derek went into the games room that was in the cellar of the house. Like the girls, all three boys were wearing bed socks, but unlike the girls they all had the same clothes on – white t-shirts and red striped bottoms. “No...

“And this must be your partner Eric – a pleasure to make your acquaintance Arnold. My name is Jay Edwards.” Eric snapped round as he heard the man speaking behind him, and saw the masked and smiling leader of the intruders. “Sh… Jay Edwards? BOYS!” “Oh don’t worry – my friend Mrs McPhee is upstairs,...

“Hllhrnhld” Eric mumbled through the white tape that covered his mouth. He was sitting in one of the armchairs, his wrists tied together in front of him and then tied down to a band of rope that was holding his legs together above his knees, a third band around his ankles. “Hllhddhddhe.” His gaze sl...

As he drove back from the swimming pool in the SUV, Eric Gordon smiled and looked in the rear view mirror. It was his weekend to have his children stay with him, and they had all spent an hour or so at the swimming pool. His triplets were sitting in the rear seats, Rose, Stephen and Blair. Rose was ...

Golders Green is possibly the best known Jewish residential areas in London, but a lesser known one is in nearby West Hampstead – and it was a quiet residential street in thar area that I found myself in that particular Friday afternoon. And there was one house in this particular street that I was i...

3 pm “When does Dad get home, Mum,” Debbie asked as she sat on the couch with her sister June. “We miss him?” “I know – but the good news is he is heading to the airport soon, so he should be back for breakfast tomorrow,” Angela Wood said. The forty year old was casually dressed, having been working...

It had been a busy weekend so far – five profitable visits, the results of which were safely hidden in our car – but we had one more visit to make on our way south again, near the beautiful town of Warwick. It’s a well know and underappreciated truth that plumbers are a very well paid profession, es...

So while Steve was playing Vicars and Spies, I was visiting a young mother and her ten year old daughter in Blackpool. Cara Lorenson was the star if one of those daily soaps we have in this country, and she lived on the outskirts of town – towards St Annes – with her ten year old daughter Barbara. I...

The reason for the early start was because there was one family I wanted to visit who lived in the outskirts of Preston, and for a reason I will explain in due course the game had to start before 9.30 am. Sandra Holborn is a well-known children’s author, who lived with her husband, daughter and son ...

Brompton is a market town on the A69 between Newcastle and Carlisle – and one we needed to drive through to get to the pub I’d booked Janna and me into for the next overnight stop. But Janna wanted to have a walk round the town, so she dropped me off on the outskirts of the town before she drove in ...

It was about ten on the Saturday morning that Steve dropped me off on a street in the housing estate in Cramlington. We had decided for the Saturday to pay a visit each, so while he went back to the city centre to collect some information, I looked round. I was wearing a black fleece over a white to...

After our recent weekend away, which proved to be very profitable in the end, both Janna and I wondered what would happen if we planned a weekend in which we paid a number of visits, scattered over the country – it was certainly a challenge, but one we wanted to try. This was before the lockdown too...