When Acting Is Not Enough

Chapter 12 “That’s it,” exclaimed Phoebe.  “Remember someone was bringing wax bodies to life at Madame Tussaud’s and The London Dungeo...

 Chapter 11  For a long time Sabroh had been caged in that deep prison of walls.  Termed time immemorial. Gazing upon the Sorceress’s li...

Chapter 10  Dark, sanguine echoes lulled the twilight mist.  Feebly Prue fumbled in the darkness for a light, a candle.  Some sense of bel...

Chapter 9  On an ill-lit night the fires shone brightly.  Orange light filled the night sky as a deafening silence shrouded the landscape ...

Chapter 8  Did Kane have some sort of skeleton in his closet?  Not talking about himself much and his frequent attempts to ask Perdita for...

Chapter 7  Phoebe gestured to Prue to pick up her camera.  “Well if you want anything done you have to do it yourself,” she muttered und...

Chapter 6  Prue eyed him from afar and studied him with her glittering, hard eyes.  The mysterious man with the toothy, crooked grin.  “...

Chapter 5  The London Museum of Art was a mish-mash of a modernist building which allowed for a riot of sumptuous color and brick work.  F...

Chapter 4  “Piper slow down and stop making a nuisance of yourself,” Prue called out.  “Anyone would think you’ve never been on a plane be...

Chapter 3 London, England.  Perdita walked down the cobbled paving stones of legal London.  This was the highlife.  She had achieved he...

Chapter 2  “Are you ready Piper?” shouted Phoebe. “Enough make-up already, we’ll miss our flight!”  Piper came out of the bathroom looki...

Wrote this Charmed story (the TV show) back in 2001, but it wasn't published, for reasons too long to go into here.  So it's not...

The stuff that you find you've written over the years and do nothing with!  Time to share perhaps? ha.                                 ...

Rick taking a video of the fans!  Budge up!! Well the highlight had to be the talk with Richard Dean Anderson, which was highly anticipa...

                                             Disaster at the wedding, (or the dancefloor, ha!) as we knew it would be, we weren't going...