Well that's it - the January challenge for words a day is over... But am I going to stop? No, I don't think so. I am enjoying myself and writing a story a day means that no matter what I'm doing the rest of the time, at least I'm writing. The new words are here. So… Continue reading January is over!
One of my short stories has made it to a magazine - The Wait - a romance that has been published by Female First.
Can't believe it but I was published this morning with the magazine Female First. The story is Searching Pride. 🙂
“a lesson in... music” At school I was given a choice, except it was worded to make me not have any choice at all. “Steven, you have got through the auditions and you can play either the flute or the trombone.” Excellent I thought and was about to choose the flute when the teacher continued.… Continue reading “a lesson in… music”
The Hideout I always knew I was different but it wasn’t until this day that I realised how different. It started as a perfectly normal day. I got up, had breakfast; lucky gems, you must remember those, just add milk and they become a sticky marshmallow mess that has to be scraped off the spoon.… Continue reading The Hideout
Does time really pass this quickly? The answer is of course yes, especially when you are having a bit of fun. But I still can't believe that I'm thinking about dissertation ideas... My course doesn't officially begin lectures again until the 7th of February, which is great as my assignments need to be in on… Continue reading Assignments and Dissertation Ideas
I have been interviewed for the Words a Day Challenge and you can see it here.
Handmade She sits in a darkened room, one gas heater glowing red as it tries ineffectually to bring heat to her form. In front of her lies the remains of an old pillowcase and bedspread. In her lap she works on a doll, handmade and imperfect. Tomorrow is Christmas day and she knows her daughter… Continue reading Handmade
Roasting I stepped off the plane and out of the airport. The heat hit me, it was like a physical presence and somehow made me oppressed and claustrophobic at the same time. I took off my jumper before I left the plane but instantly my T-shirt felt heavy and too thick. My jeans were so… Continue reading Roasting
The Crossroads Her hands were trapped behind her back and she couldn’t move. Her feet seemed to be stuck to the floor. She couldn’t move. There was something over her eyes so she was blind and scared. A small whimpering sound escaped but she wasn’t aware that she made any noise or that her whole… Continue reading The Crossroads (Kidnap)