Memories came rushing back. What I had done leered up at me in full technicolour. My chest tightened; my insides wound themselves in painful knots as I struggled for air. Warmth spread frm the hands laying on my back. I could feel at least five of them. Until then, I had barely even registered there … Continue reading The Mission- a prompt short story
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Panicky and peculiar
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
The Plan- a prompt story
Written in response to February Writing Prompts on Putting My Feet In The Dirt no.27 a gambler and a thief A gambler and a thief walk into a bar. Sounds like the start of a joke right? But there we were, not long before last orders, wandering in to not the most salubrious of establishments. … Continue reading The Plan- a prompt story
Why Writing Is Like Being An Avenger
A bold opening gambit I know but stay with me. I had this epiphany the other day. Recently, I blogged about the reasons I write and they were varied and relatively sane. And then I saw the new trailer for Avengers Endgame and realised something new. I'll warn you now, I love the MCU (not … Continue reading Why Writing Is Like Being An Avenger
Ghosts of the Theatre- a seedling story
"The ghosts of the Theatre are woven into the brick." "Bit of a weird thing to put at the entrance," Eva commented as they walked deeper into the atrium of the Old Grand Theatre. The hall was immense - sweeping staircases flowed up the sides of the room. Cascades of red carpet streamed back … Continue reading Ghosts of the Theatre- a seedling story
The Demon Went Down To Georgia
It wasn’t the worst situation I had found myself in. But it was definitely close. “What do you value most mortal? Let me see your pain as I rip it from you.” The demon's breath billowed over me stinking of sulphur as he loomed over me. I tilted my head away as best I could. … Continue reading The Demon Went Down To Georgia
To let them read or not let them read…?
So, I have taken the plunge. In September, I took a massive step into the real writing world by joining twitter and setting up this blog. I let you lot read my words. Real people - would read - what I had written. This involved a lot of hyperventilating, then excitement, then self-doubt and then … Continue reading To let them read or not let them read…?
Miss Nicoletta and the Mysterious Mecha-Dinosaur
It doesn't take much for the general populace to get excited these days. Even so, the noise and rushing of children closely followed by harrassed nannies piqued my interest. As I followed the hubbub, I realised that something was most definitely afoot. A crowd had gathered that would've put the Great Exhibiton to shame. Unfortunately, … Continue reading Miss Nicoletta and the Mysterious Mecha-Dinosaur
Why do I write?
There was a tag thread going round a couple of weeks ago on asking people why they write. I got tagged a couple of times and realised there is not one reason for me. So I decided to do what any writer would: write them down!! Not just in any old way but in various … Continue reading Why do I write?
Nowhere to run- A short story
The universe just wasn’t big enough for both of them. No matter how far she travelled, to the edge of the Rim and back, there he was. Every. Damned. Time. He was ruining her business. No-one wanted to trust her with their jobs when he kept getting in her way and causing things to get...damaged. … Continue reading Nowhere to run- A short story
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