The Charlotte Pimpernel
'Shh!' Standing before you is a seductive woman wearing a little black dress, expensive designer of course. Her stockings are elegant and her sunglasses cost more than your house. She flicks her long black sleeky hair and beckons you towards her. She whispers in your ear, 'I am the Charlotte Pimpernel, author of this website. I have a great big, massive, gigantic secret. Can I trust you to keep it?' She winks at you. If your answer to that is yes please read on. If you can't handle being one of my boys and gals in grown-up storyland then hit the back button. '
She let's a smile play around the corners of her red lipsticked mouth, 'As you are still here it looks like you want to play, and I will entrust you with my secret. My name isn't really Charlotte Pimpernel.' She blushes slightly and says, 'I know it is such a shock to most of you, but it gets worse. I must tell you the real reason for my big deception. It is awful are you sure you can cope?' She smiles, 'You can huh, you must be big boys and gals. Well umm it is a horrible habit, but I write stories for children.' Her warm perfectly manicured hand touches your arm, 'I know it is a habit I should break, and I am sure you understand why my identity must remain a secret except to really special boys and girls.' She touches her finger to your lips, 'If you feel brave enough and would enjoy a little spice in your life. It could become a nasty habit for you too. Please feel free to use the contact form and I will give you details of my 'alternative' life.'
Whilst we are still in Storyland, I live in a 1930s house in Central London. I globetrot frequently, and spend my life visiting art galleries, museums and the theatre. Well I will be when I find a way to make this writing lark pay enough.
She let's a smile play around the corners of her red lipsticked mouth, 'As you are still here it looks like you want to play, and I will entrust you with my secret. My name isn't really Charlotte Pimpernel.' She blushes slightly and says, 'I know it is such a shock to most of you, but it gets worse. I must tell you the real reason for my big deception. It is awful are you sure you can cope?' She smiles, 'You can huh, you must be big boys and gals. Well umm it is a horrible habit, but I write stories for children.' Her warm perfectly manicured hand touches your arm, 'I know it is a habit I should break, and I am sure you understand why my identity must remain a secret except to really special boys and girls.' She touches her finger to your lips, 'If you feel brave enough and would enjoy a little spice in your life. It could become a nasty habit for you too. Please feel free to use the contact form and I will give you details of my 'alternative' life.'
Whilst we are still in Storyland, I live in a 1930s house in Central London. I globetrot frequently, and spend my life visiting art galleries, museums and the theatre. Well I will be when I find a way to make this writing lark pay enough.