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Elvis has left the building
Green hills rolled beneath as the helicopter flew a little lower, its destination near. Trees were dotted here and there on the grassy plain and small patches of colour emerged periodically. * * * A white jeweled belt was folded … Continue reading
Pornography (part 4)
Elvis wrenched the shackles free of Daisy-Donnie and helped them down. ‘You look…’ he glanced down at Daisy-Donnie’s chest. ‘Different?’ Daisy-Donnie grinned at Elvis, but was distracted by the sphere of energy high in the air. ‘What are they doing … Continue reading
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Pornography (part 3)
Elvis and The Assassin ran along the gantry from which Donnie had fallen some hours earlier. A size eight ladies shoe lay there, a stain of blood on it. The skylights exploded with flashes of light and glass showered the … Continue reading
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Pornography (part 2)
Daisy and Donnie wandered carefully and quietly through the dark and silent village. ‘This is a bad idea,’ said the voice again. ‘Bad things happened here.’ They ignored the voice. Donnie turned to Daisy, and nodded in the direction of … Continue reading
Posted in Daisy, Donnie, Elvis, Marcus, Pornography >, Pornography (part 2), Prime
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Pornography (part 1)
Elvis opened one eye. The sound of a lock being buzzed open gained his attention as quickly as a deep-fried mars-bar had back in the old days. He sat up and looked over at the door to the cell, which … Continue reading
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The Middle Child of the Secret of the Lost Gavel
A tinny funeral dirge began to play. ‘Doesn’t look good Donnie,’ said Freddy. Donnie’s hand hovered over his groin, then he heard a high pitched whirring. It sounded like a drill. ‘Guards,’ yelled Freddy. ‘Security breach! Shoot that bastard!’ The … Continue reading
The secret of the lost gavel
He woke with a killer headache and groaned slowly while checking his genitalia for evidence of alteration. Ah, there they were, right where he’d left them. A sharp and loud beeping assaulted his ears leaving him feeling as if he’d … Continue reading
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Christmas Crackers
She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs.
Daisy stiffened slightly as she realised there was someone sitting on her lap.
‘An I wanna x-box, anna zap gun anna–’
‘Who’s Anna?’ she asked with Donnie’s voice. Well, that sorted the gender thing out. ‘And who are you?’
‘I tol’ you. Jason is my name. Except it’s spelled with a K instead of a J and a Y instead of an O. And it’s got a U and an M instead of an N. An I want a whole bucket of chocolate an–’
Donnie zoned out momentarily, trying to work out how the child’s name was spelled and how to actually pronounce it. The child continued to talk, going off like a junkie on speed.
‘You listening Santa?!’ screamed Kasyum (pronounced Jason). Continue reading
Posted in Characters, Christmas Crackers, Donnie, Elvis
Tagged christmas, elf, news crew, Santa, shopping center, thunderbirds
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Wine, Women and War
She opened her eyes and winced from an eye-watering, skull-splitting headache. She felt instinctively between her legs and found something different.
Donnie looked down and saw an empty plate. On a table.
He looked up with a frown.
‘Would sir like to see the wine list,’ asked the waiter. Continue reading
Posted in Colonel Panix, Donnie, Elvis, Marcus, Miss Rook, Prime, Wine Women and War
Tagged alcohol, CCTV, programming, restaurant, salad, stun-rod, surveillance video, wine, wine cellar
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Harem Scare ‘em
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found something familiar, but something was missing …
His eyes flew open and he quickly sat up, ignoring the painful drumming in his head.
He was totally naked and sitting on an opulent four-poster bed in an equally opulent room. But his surroundings were of secondary importance right now.
With a grim sense of irony, he glared at his mutilated crotch and ran his fingers through his hair. His thick, luxurious hair …
“Oh bugger”, he piped, in a soprano that brought tears to his eyes. Continue reading
Posted in Colonel Panix, Donnie, Elvis, Harem Scare 'em
Tagged castration, Elvis Presley, goth, Harem Scare'em, party, President Kennedy, Violent assault
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