She sucked the colour from the land. She sucked the colour from the sky. As her bare feet carried her forward, the plant life around her withered and died. It was as if she was poisoning the very air that surrounded her. Black hair flowed around her face and down her back, tangled and knotted. … Continue reading She Walks – a prompt short story
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
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
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…?