We stood on the beach, staring helplessly. Murmured questions rose up and rippled through the crowd in time with the tides. I gazed at the water, glistening blue in the sunshine. Would the tide continue to ebb and flow now the moon lay on the sand? Or was it just reaching out, grasping for its … Continue reading On the sand – a flash fiction challenge
She sat on the edge of the chair, her limbs draw tightly in as if to make herself occupy the smallest possible space. Around her the others moved and talked. She nodded at opportune moments and gave half smiles. Occasionally her lips parted to say something but the moment passed and her silence remained. When … Continue reading Warrior within – a prompt flash fiction
'Dear Blank Page, Today, I concede. You win. I have no words to sully your surface, no tales to fill up your gaps. You shall remain blank for the foreseeable future. You see life keeps getting in the way. The world intrudes on my thoughts and stories leaving me empty, unable to string a sentence … Continue reading Ode to a Blank Page
If I dye my hair what does it matter to you? Does the colour offend? Did you even have to look? Would you remember this in two days’ time? If I read this book, what does it matter to you? Did you hate it as a child? Does the message scare you? Will you … Continue reading What does it matter to you?
When I was small, I disliked the dark. Wondered about all the things lurking in there. Did they want to hurt me, eat me or worse? What did they look like, where were they from? I would run across my room in the middle of the night. Leap back into bed so nothing could grab … Continue reading Shadow Monsters- a prompt flash fiction
So, it seems like it's high time for a writing update! And what is the content of this blog post about 'writerly' topics. Umm. Dunno. I guess that's it. I've had a lot more time on my hands lately and in the lead up to this I, and others around me, thought woo more writing … Continue reading Distractions – musings of a writer
They all talk, I look on and open my mouth It shuts again quickly, I listen instead Try as I might I cannot join in Despite the words that shout in my head No time like the present, you’ve a right to be heard My stomach twists as I gear up to speak Then … Continue reading Voiceless – prompt poem
She sits playing with her bracelet, twisting it and tying it up in knots. Her eyes never lingering in one place for too long - don't want anyone to think she is staring, or not listening, or listening too hard. Under the table her hands whirr. She can sense them watching, studying her although never … Continue reading Panicky and peculiar