I know that this is a little late for Halloween but I only just found out that it was unsuccessful in a short story competition, so I thought I’d post it now. She had been walking for just over an hour. Her thighs burned and her calves ached. Blisters had erupted on the little toe […]
Tag: Short story
Bookworm Holes
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #79: Wormhole The librarian had gone off to make himself a coffee. Thursday afternoon was always slow and quiet, with one or two people logged on to computers, booking a holiday or applying for jobs. No kids until well after three. Sitting low in a comfy chair in the […]
I’ve just got back from a book launch
The anthology, River Writes, in which one of my poems and a story have been included, is now officially launched. It is showing up on Amazon but is currently unavailable. Here is the link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/River-Wri…/…/0993566324/ref=sr_1_1… A touch of irony: there was a raffle and my husband bought a strip. the last number on the strip […]
Ludwig’s Friday Morning
No tongue in the bell and the fishwives yell but they might as well be mute. The composer cannot hear his maidservant arguing about a basket of fresh trout or the striking of hooves on the cobbles outside. As far as he is concerned there is no outside. He lives in a world of muffled […]
Another step closer
I was excited to open an email from Brilliant Flash Fiction this morning, with the news that my story, ‘Message on a Timeline’, was shortlisted in their Science Fiction competition. I have added it my menu of short stories and here is a link to read it online, alongside the winners and other shortlisted stories: […]
Celebration
My response to FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #10 Aoife’s writing was interrupted by scratching from the ceiling above her head. She put down her pen and looked out at a grey, windy November afternoon. Her bump pressed against the table top. She looked down at it, marvelling at the ripples of movement under […]
The Woman who Lost her Balance
My response to Sacha Black’s #1000SPEAK #WRITESPIRATION 76 Alice had lost her balance. At thirty years old she couldn’t walk in a straight line and she wasn’t even drunk. The neat, flower-printed mums at the school gate tutted and whispered; when she tried to speak, the slurred words that burnt her lips and dripped […]
The Tree of Life
My response to Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes prompt for Challenge #8. The boab slumped in the middle of a corral like a fat clown. Leah cowered behind her ma. ‘No need to be scared, little one,’ Ma said. ‘It’s only a tree.’ ‘But it’s upside down, Ma.’ ‘That’s what makes it magic,’ said Ma. […]
Drowning in Time
I started this over a year ago and would like to develop it into a novel in the future. I thought it might fit Sacha Black’s #WRITESPIRATION 73 WRITE ABOUT DROWNING. A gush of steam from the coffee machine startled me out of my thoughts. Perched on a high stool in The King of Hearts, a lukewarm mocha […]
A story I wrote last year that was unsuccessful in a competition
Family Favourites The silence of number thirty two Edmund Road is broken by the rattling of the key in the lock. The door swings open into the dim hallway, welcoming the mid-morning May sunshine, in which dust motes dance like fireflies. In my mind I see Gran banishing them with a flick of her duster. […]
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