Story - fiction no ordinary day 1 Feb 202116 Nov 2020 Ship groans in the sea as the storm rises, their nails cling to the wooden planks.. The whole ship strains to be let go of the torment of being tossed…
Story - fiction missing you 19 Dec 20207 Nov 2020 I missed you today, it wasn’t anything special, like feeling you in the room, I tripped over the rip in the carpet. Do you remember? You dragged the dining table…
Story - fiction so I got hope 14 Dec 202014 Nov 2020 There has been a running issue in my writing for some time now balancing the "hope" I live with the characters in hopeless situations that I create. A tension was…
Story - fiction turf 11 Dec 202010 Nov 2020 As I bent down once again creating the stook at the edge of the bank I cursed my absent husband. It was the one place, and the one job that…
Story - fiction Talenkynic arrives in Dromdrevc 10 Dec 202010 Nov 2020 It was decided I would die on my birthday, my parents and the guardians agreed. Death was to take place in the Quuadravik. The town square. All the ritual killings…
Story - fiction marital bliss 8 Dec 202010 Nov 2020 The regulars in the diner all had a theory, Jim Baines was dead, murdered, his body found on waste ground at the back of the council offices. Charlotte, the cook…
Story - fiction routine 6 Dec 202010 Nov 2020 this is my entry to the http://thewritepractice.com/show-off-writing-contest-spring-edition/ for good, bad or indifferent. Had some lovely comments, it was like reading about someone else's work, I don't see what they saw, but they…
Story - fiction dirty, little secret 4 Dec 202010 Nov 2020 My wife is one of those people that have to live in a spotless environment, I think it is why we don't have kids yet but that's a whole other…
Story - fiction Betty & Freddie 3 Dec 20207 Nov 2020 2013 Backroom Betty and Front of House Freddie were the perfect couple. Two halves of the one coin, a bit like Mr and Mrs Spratt in the nursery rhyme. They…
Story - fiction jubilee 29 Nov 202010 Nov 2020 “Put your money in the pot, there’ll be no worry tomorrow,” Paul half hummed, half sang this little ditty his mam taught him. “That’s how she taught me,” he thought,…
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