[sticky post]Welcome
How nice of you to drop in. Welcome to the place where I post my stories.
There are quite a few now.

Most recent projects

From The Pharmacist's Cabinet (explanation here)
A Set of Keys, a short romance.
Traintickets, a quirky little thing.
A Green Beach Shovel, something completely different (and a bit sad)
More maybe yet to come. Not sure yet. Depends on how these stories are received.

Full novellas:
Please Stay: my nanowrimo writing project

Christmas Escape: Christmas themed story


12 Stories For Christmas: 1 story a month writing project


Torchwood: Fan-fic

Annabelle: 'historic' novella


Back-kicks and strings

Home: LJ friends only, sorry (read any of my other stuff and curious, let me know)

These multiple part stories are posted in reverse order, so to get to the next part you have to click < (previous), or use the links in the intros.

Non-fiction blog post:

#AskLinnie 2


CNA in DIstress

I'm fat. You're what? FAT!

My Happy Mid-Winter Musings

My Muse a.k.a. Why I write what I write

Shorts, snippets and other wordwizardry:

Halloween short story Secrets

Daily 100: 100+ word a day flashes Week 1

Start of Something Beautiful Snippet from an older story

The Perfect Date: Snippet from an older story.

Rain: Snippet from a story

State Of Denial: Me, messing with words

Torchwood/Leverage crossover: Fan-fic snippet

Writer's block: Poetry break: Poem (not by me)

Playing with words: Me, messing with words

A go at poetry: Me, messing with words

A little bit about me

I'm a 41yr old nurse. Besides my job I spend my time writing, singing, playing bass guitar and sometimes painting.
I'm from the Netherlands, where I live with my partner, two cats, Miep and Wilson, and a bird named Mick.

I've been writing since I can't remember. Never felt the need to share it until only a few years ago. After publishing three stories in Dutch on my own site, I got involved in Twitter and other social media.
The friends I made there convinced me to start writing in English. So that's what I've been doing since. And I've been more productive than ever.
I love sharing these stories with you, and I hope there will be many many more. In general I write contemporary romance. Other projects are accompanied by an explanation.
If you've read one (or more) of them, feel free to comment.

Thanks for coming by. Hope to see you again soon.
Love Linnie

In Praise of Dreams (Poem by Wislawa Szymborska)
In Praise of Dreams

In my dreams
I paint like Vermeer van Delft.

I speak fluent Greek
and not just with the living.

I drive a car
that does what I want it to.

I am gifted
and write mighty epics.

I hear voices
as clearly as any venerable saint.

My brilliance as a pianist
would stun you.

I fly the way we ought to,
i.e., on my own.

Falling from the roof,
I tumble gently to the grass.

I’ve got no problem
breathing under water.

I can’t complain:
I’ve been able to locate Atlantis.

It’s gratifying that I can always
wake up before dying.

As soon as war breaks out,
I roll over on my other side.

I’m a child of my age,
but I don’t have to be.

A few years ago
I saw two suns.

And the night before last a penguin,
clear as day.

Wislawa Szymborska
View with a Grain of Sand (1996)

NaNoWriMo2016 Excerpt
A little piece of what I'm working on this NaNoWriMo. For now it has the worktitle Finn. Unedited etc...

“Dad?” She yelled out. He wasn’t in his library, where he usually was. His laptop stood closed on the desk. Noises from upstairs caught her attention. Listening closely she walked up the stairs. The steps creaked under her feet. “Dad?” She yelled out again. It didn’t sound like her father. And why would he be in the bathroom across the landing when he had a perfectly good ensuite?
“Oh crap.” She heard someone groan. That wasn’t her father. Frozen she stood on the landing, torn between walking on and checking it out and running back down to call the cops.
“Shite!” The voice sounded again, followed by the sound of water splashing to tiles.
Finn’s worries won. She took two steps and turned to see what was going on.
It was a view she was not prepared for. A tall man in a blue T-shirt and jeans stood in the bathtub, trying to stop the water from streaming out.
“Oh, could you hand me the adjustable wrench?” He said without introduction. “It’s…”
“Yes.” Her voice sounded cold. “I know which one that is.” She handed him the tool she’d had automatically grabbed from his toolbox when she assessed the situation.
“Oh, great.” The water was still splashing around. Finn took something else from the toolbox and disappeared from the bathroom. Several seconds later the water stopped flowing.
“Better?” She asked upon returning. She took great care to put the wrench back into it’s rightful place. Most people she knew were very OCD about where to find their things. They needed to be able to grab them blindly.
When she saw him stand there, hair and clothes soaking wet, long curly hair sticking to his face and shirt, still holding up the wrench she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Every floor has it’s own valve. It’s underneath the floorboards on the landing.” She merely said, upon seeing his stare. “Who are you?”
“I’m sorry.” He lowered the wrench.
“Where’s my father?”
“Oh, you’re Finn, right.” He stuck out his hand to her. Seeing the water drip off of him, she stepped back. Finn looked her unusual self that day. Again a skirt just above her knee. She’d lost her size 6 to a size 10 and she didn’t care one bit. Under the skirt she wore sneakers, in a colour that matched her purple top.
It clashed with her red hair, which was as short as ever.
“Your father had to go into town for a few things. I’m Jaime. I’m…” He thought a moment about how to explain what he did there. “I’m helping your father in fixing this house.”
“Good job.” Finn turned on her heels and from a linen closet on the landing she got some towels. She handed them to Jaime. “I’ll see if I can find anything to wear for you.”
He was sturdier than her father. So that wasn’t an option. Instead Finn ran up the stairs to the attic. There was a closet there with clothes that time forgot. She found a pair of joggers and a light sweater that might just fit him.
“It’s old, and I hope it’ll fit.” She walked back into the bathroom. He’d taken off his shirt already. Finn had to swallow. Brent had a perfectly trained body. Jaime however had the muscle toning of someone who did hard, physical work. And to complement that, a bit of a belly. Why that made her blush, she wasn’t sure. Not that she imagined herself stroking that soft skin.
“Ah, thanks. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“I’ll be downstairs.”
“Wait.” He didn’t want her to leave like that. She averted her gaze. He had to have noticed her stare at him, because he smiled sheepishly. “I have to fix this. Otherwise your father will be stuck without water until I do. Before I put on dry clothes, I better close it up. Maybe you could turn the water back on, so we don’t get anything else wet.” He could bite his own tongue. He’d not meant anything by it. It sounded bad. Very bad.
“Sure. Just call if you’re ready.” She had to walk out.
She heard him chuckle when she stood around the corner waiting for his call. The entire situation was too ridiculous and she had to laugh herself as well. As long as he wouldn’t hear it, she’d be fine.
“Give it a try.” He said. She bent over and opened the valve.”
“We’re good.”
“That’s a relief.”

777 game
I was tagged by Antonius M. Hogebrandt (@melindrae), a Twitter friend of mine. The 777 game wants me to post 7 lines from page 7 of the current work in progress and to tag 7 authors to do the same. I am not the type to tag my friends, but everyone is free to join in and let us read a bit. So consider yourself tagged!
The excerpt is from the book I am considering for publishing, Monday. Genre: Erotic Romance. Thought the excerpt is clean... No worries.

Donna shrugged. “Amazing how much courage a few shots of rum can give.”

Kyle frowned at that. He bent towards her and thanked her with a kiss on her cheek. “You really did save my life.”

She patted his cheek in return. “Yeah, right.”

He left. He returned to his table to sat back down with his friends. That was the end of it. That’s what should have been the end of it.

A Green Beach Shovel - A story from The Pharmacist's Cabinet

A Green Beach Shovel

“Zoe is so excited.” Darren said as he looked over Judie’s shoulder. She stared outside. It was the perfect day. A few small, white clouds in the bright blue sky. There was no getting around it. Darren had taken the day off for this.

He kissed her shoulder. “You’ll be fine.” He promised. He knew her so well. “It’s just the beach.”

It wasn’t ‘just the beach’ to her. There would be people there, and sun, and fresh air. She’d have to go out there in a bathing suit and pretend it was nothing. For Zoe. Which incidentally was the only reason she had even considered this.

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Traintickets - A story from The Pharmacist's Cabinet


The first time they met they merely greeted each other with a nod. He sat across the aisle on the train. Handsome man, dark curly hair, crisp black suit.
She was so different from anyone he had ever met. About his own height, wearing a long black skirt and a purple coat. The steward had lifted her suitcase in the luggage rack before she took off her coat and sat down. Two very different people, in the first class carriage on the train.
From behind his book he dared observe her. She was ever so friendly when coffee and food was served. The cabin was filled with business men, like him. She looked so out of place. And yet it didn’t seem to bother her at all.

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A Set of Keys - A story from The Pharmacist's Cabinet

A Set of Keys

Memories washed over Gregory as he dangled the keys in front of him. He had gotten them the day before, after the reading of his grandfather’s will. He’d not seen the man in over ten years.
After a restless night guilt had mixed in with the nostalgia. He knew it to be unnecessary. His grandfather wasn’t someone to hold grudges. Old Jake Kendrick had the strong notion that everyone needed to live their own lives.
Gregory vividly remembered the keys hanging on a hook next to the backdoor in the kitchen of the small house by the lake. “Why would I lock my doors? What if anyone passes by and needs something?” On a few occasions they had gotten home from adventures to find cups on the kitchen counter or food missing from the fridge. Read the whole story here...Collapse )

Camp NaNoWriMo - The Pharmacist's Cabinet

In April I wasn’t going to do CampNaNoWriMo. But I suffered from a severe plot-bunny attack. After a first goal of 10.000 words I ended up writing 25.000. Sadly my favourite cabin was full by the time I started.

So for July the amazing Blacklilyf suggested I take up residence in her cabin and set myself a ridiculously low goal. Just in case.

To do that, I had to create a project. I called it ‘The Pharmacist’s Cabinet, because I often compare my brain to one. So many drawers, with all these ideas, and stocked with the Encyclopaedia of Useless information. Ít was a place holder name. The idea grew on me though. So many drawers, so many possibilities.

This morning the first drawer opened and a blue dress came out. Suddenly the road was clear. All the drawers contain items, pictures, stories, memories and what not more. I’m just going to open them and see what comes falling out. Some of these pieces I will probably share here in due time.

Until then… *looks at all the closed drawers* work to be done.

Just a teaser, the opening sequence of ‘A Blue Dress’

“Who on earth buys these dresses?” Dan wondered upon seeing her. The dress was lovely, nothing wrong with that. But the light blue was so wrong for her short reddish hair and her green eyes. It made her look like a ghost.

Christmas Escape
For most people Christmas is a time for family, for celebrations. Not for Gaya. More than anything it's her time away from everyone. And away from responsibilities. She escapes cold and snowy New York and settles in for two weeks in the Florida Keys.
Eric would love to spend Christmas with his nine year old daughter, Paige. But he has found a good job in a beautiful resort in the Florida Keys, and has to work. No work would mean no roof over their heads, or food on the table. And maybe even worse, no presents.

This is a short story for my doing. It's split in three parts. Only some light editing happened, so there'll probably be some typos and things. Hope you enjoy it nevertheless.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Christmas Escape 1

“Eric.” The manager called out from his office behind the counter. The receptionist turned towards the door. “Yes?”

“What time will the Dragon Lady be arriving?”

Eric chuckled for a moment. He’d heard about the guest they were expecting and had thought of an elderly lady with hair on her teeth.

From the corner of his eye he did see a woman walk into the lobby.

“Dragon lady? Time?” The manager asked.

A clear voice rang through the hall. “Six pm sharp. Same time I always arrive.” She had a carrying voice. Eric turned towards the counter where she stopped.

“Ma’am…” He was flustered.

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