I tweeted this poem (if it truly fits that category) on World Mental Health Day. It talks about daily struggles with anxiety and fight to try and fight the thought patterns.
Master’s Hall- a flash fiction
"Why would he lead us here?” “Something must tell us where they’ve gone,” Saoirse tried to ignore his bad mood. “The place has been trashed. It’s been abandoned for a while now.” He threw his hands into the air, letting them slap back down against his legs. “Keep looking.” Saoirse scoured every inch of the … Continue reading Master’s Hall- a flash fiction
The House Of Howls-October writing prompt
This was written in response to a great set of prompts I found on Putting My Feet In The Dirt. https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/ The rules are write for ten minutes so all typos and bodge jobs are allowed. I really enjoyed this! Ten minutes, just writing and not over-thinking. Thanks M, will definitely give more of these a … Continue reading The House Of Howls-October writing prompt
Board meeting
He’d made an awful mess on the pavement below. The breeze coming in through the broken window soothed the red heat in my cheeks. I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breath and felt calm. I knew it would not last long. Soon people would start rushing in to the office to … Continue reading Board meeting
The devil’s in the detail- the art of show not tell.
This week, I introduced my class to the wonders of Sherlock Holmes. I was delighted to find that some of them already knew not only him, but Watson, Moriarty and 221B Baker Street. The idea of a mystery story delighted a good proportion of them too. But why had I picked this for my group … Continue reading The devil’s in the detail- the art of show not tell.
Railroad terminal
They were still following. He thought he’d lost them in the housing estate but clearly, they were better trained than he’d given them credit for. Three men were left. He stayed completely still as not to make a noise on the stones, watching their next movements. A small smile played across his lips: they’d split … Continue reading Railroad terminal
Enter the Microdome!
So, in my foray into the ‘Twitterverse’ to share my writing, I have been exposed to a new type of fiction. I’ve known about short stories of course, and the 100-word story that every teacher has subjected their class to every now and then. But micro fiction? What new torment is this? At least that … Continue reading Enter the Microdome!
Reflection
Written in response to a writing prompt at CreativeWritingInk Confusion doesn’t cover the feeling I have right now. Not in the emotional or the physical sense of the word. The nauseating rolling sensation has nothing to do with the train vibrations nor the overpowering smell of aftershave from the man sitting across from me. The pounding of … Continue reading Reflection
Am I good enough?
Writing is both a very solitary buisness and yet you also have to put your work out there for other people (some you know, some who shall forever remain faceless) and lay yourself bare for them, hoping they won't tear your dreams apart. This is the reason why I have not yet submitted anything to … Continue reading Am I good enough?
Blog post the first
So this is my first blog post. What should I write? Do you want to know about me? Do you want to know what this is all about? Well, to be honest, that is yet to be seen. But as for me, I am a teacher, scientist and steampunk who forever dreams of becoming an … Continue reading Blog post the first
Lexikon 