Rainbow Golding on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Journey

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Journey by Rainbow Golding The Journey by Rainbow Golding Finally, Christina had everything she needed from the shops. It was a ridiculously menial chore, but it had to be done. Moving outside the local supermarket, Christina rolled her trolley slowly towards her hatchback, and reached into her pocket to fetch her car keys, so she could open the boot. In the parking bay next to her, she spotted a familiar sight. It was Melanie’s Land Rover, towering above the rest of the cars. Soon enough, Christina spotted her friend moving towards her, carrying two paper bags under her arms. Just before Mel reached her car, the bags split, depositing the contents all over the car park.

The Game - Part 2

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Game)

The Game - Part 2 by Rainbow Golding The Game - Part 2 by Rainbow Golding The game had become a lot more serious than Jeremy and Megan’s initial gambit. Jeremy had been busy…

One week after their first meeting – Megan found herself in one hell of a predicament. She was wearing nothing but her own sweat glistening gently in the moonlight. Her feet remained unbound – but her knees were cinched tightly together with a simple length of clothesline. Her wrists and elbows were bound firmly, and were raised high above her back. Megan’s delicate hands were attached to one of the ceiling rafters, and she was going nowhere – on strapado.

The Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Game by Rainbow Golding The Game by Rainbow Golding My name is Rainbow Golding. Below is my story, The Game. I would welcome feedback from yourself and readers to this e-mail address. The Game Suburbia is a dreadfully dull place. Megan Kellis made it a little less so. The new next-door neighbour, who was so beautiful it physically hurt to look at her. Of course, I couldn’t stop doing so. I had been living on the same street for five years now, ever since completing my doctorate at the Uni. I hooked a nice steady, post-doc job, and work was progressing nicely. Of course, as is always the way, there was something missing. I hoped that Megan might fill this mysterious void. She had moved in last week, and this was the first time I had seen her in the back garden.