The radiator always reminded her of him. The distinct little scratches in the pipe work and the gouges in the skirting board behind. She gave a weary sigh and sat at the table, cupping her hands around her hot coffee mug. It had been four months now and she was starting to feel lonely again. … Continue reading Losing friends – a short story
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Once upon a lifetime – a seedling short story
Once a #century, the black knight walks the Earth looking for souls to claim. Each century, I try to stop him - each time I am defeated. What makes this time different? I look around the ruins of the city; there is literally nothing left to lose. June 7th 2019 Crumbling walls punctuated the landscape … Continue reading Once upon a lifetime – a seedling short story
Nowhere to Ride- a short story
Written in response to The Haunted Wordsmith's Daily Prompt, May 6th. Prompts 1-3 "And there's the sirens." "You know, it would help if maybe you could be a little more optimistic," he craned round to check how close our pursuers were. "I'm sure they are going to catch us," I replied. He couldn't see my … Continue reading Nowhere to Ride- a short story
The Judge and The Jury- a short story
Her eyes had never left me since I entered the club. It was more than a little disconcerting. The building was fairly tasteful; it was clear this place had been an undercroft in a previous life, all the original stonework and arches were there. Fake sconces hung in the recesses of the wall, the electric … Continue reading The Judge and The Jury- a short story
Déjà vu (Or- flashbacks: the curse English teachers are doomed to repeat)
In England, the national curriculum states that when children leave primary school at year 6 (aged 10/11) they have to take SATs. These are different from the American exams. (A cynic would tell you the English SATs are purely to judge the school and put children in their first sets for high school and the … Continue reading Déjà vu (Or- flashbacks: the curse English teachers are doomed to repeat)
The Seer
He entered the Seer’s chamber. He supressed the shiver that ran down his spine every time he set foot in the room. The light was poor, only candle light casting dancing shadows on the litter of furniture that filled the dusty, dank room. He didn’t know why they refused to install the new lighting system … Continue reading The Seer
Views- a short story
Today, I gave my class 30 minutes free writing time. I asked them to write a story based a picture and write about whatever the girl can see through a telescope. The extra challenge was whether they could make me feel hopeful when reding it. I decided there was no reason I couldn't write too … Continue reading Views- a short story
Tales of a writer’s workshop
So, you may remember that I mentioned that I was going to organise a writing group in my area because one did not exist. We've been meeting monthly and discussing different people's writing each time. It's been fascinating, at times terrifying, but I have found a great bunch of people with similar senses of humour … Continue reading Tales of a writer’s workshop
Blue Screen of Death (A Todd short story)
The van shuddered as someone bashed on the back door. Todd clambered over the seat and stretched as far as he could to hit the catch. The door swung open and his Boss almost fell in, his ridiculous costume impeding his ability to walk. Todd felt the responsibility to help him up so he ignored … Continue reading Blue Screen of Death (A Todd short story)
The Prince a seedling short story
Flames twisted into a cage trapping me in front of the Prince. He sat on his throne of rock and velvet. The back rose above his head and hung over him like a claw. "You felt yourself better than the menial tasks given to you. You are guilty of treason,” his voice echoed throughout the … Continue reading The Prince a seedling short story
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