"Do I have to do it?" Nat asked again. "Yes." Came the stoic reply. Her sound, cameraman and driver didn't even look up. "But..." "You have to." Nat slumped into the seat of the van. Of all the people she'd been asked to interview it had to be this author. "Have you read any of… Continue reading A Caged Bird
Category: Short Stories
Orderly Chaos
Remember to feed the dogs - must get more food. Water the plants and feed the dogs - this will take an hour... Don't run late. Running late - grab a cup of tea, not a coffee. Coffee = migraine. Check the dog bowls to make sure you fed the dogs. Go to the workshop - turn on… Continue reading Orderly Chaos
First Life
The sign read: closed for a year. Nettie sighed and turned to her companion. “I’m not sure about this.” The big brown eyes looked at her with compassion. Of course compassion was really the only expression Ellie had, but for a moment Nettie was grateful. “If I go you will have to go into storage.”… Continue reading First Life
Seashells on the seashore
Bret didn't care that they didn't look at him. He didn't care. No, sir. Not a bit. He walked along the wet sand, the man closest the water. In the revealing dawn the length of the beach appeared to be populated by a new and unusual creature. It stood on two legs, walking hunched and… Continue reading Seashells on the seashore
Bells and batons
A long time ago... In a place far from here... There was a girl. She'd been crewing a ship from Portsmouth to Belgium. The Schooner was called 'The Mistake' and she had asked the Captain why its name. "Because of a mistake," he'd said in a brash voice and although he had been wearing a… Continue reading Bells and batons
Second door to the left and straight on till morning
The daily prompt asked for a story based on the possibility of a door to anywhere, a time machine of some other gadget. I didn't know that it would make me write this but it has. The story below is an un-edited idea for a children's book. It is just an idea so there are holes, but you'll… Continue reading Second door to the left and straight on till morning
An Unexpected Guest
I could smell smoke in the air, cloying and bitter. "Something's up," I told the chickens. They pretty much ignored me and continued to scratch at the grain I'd just flung at the ground. A niggling headache had begun to softly pound behind my right eye and I knew that something was wrong, but what.… Continue reading An Unexpected Guest
That Good Night
The daily prompt has asked for a piece written in the style of a favourite author. I recently submitted a radio play for a competition around Dylan Thomas. It wasn't short-listed but I thought I'd share. Please be kind though - radio is not my forte. THAT GOOD NIGHT CAST Ben Older, mature student. Well-spoken with an old… Continue reading That Good Night
The choice
I got lost. It's easy to see, they had said, but it wasn't. A track leading into a forest. It's angle steep and leaving me wondering if the car would make it. I was instantly glad I'd decided to bring the four by four. The track was covered in ruts and grass grew down the… Continue reading The choice
Balance
"Mum!" The shout went up as the bike wobbled and toppled over, spilling the child onto the floor. There was a moment of silence. "Ow!" "Are you okay?" Mum asked, running over and pulling the bike off her daughter. "Yeah." Came the slow reply, and then. "You let go." It was a statement and in… Continue reading Balance
Kate Murray - Cleaver 