My first crush was the boy next door... Well, okay he wasn't actually next door but opposite. His name? Bob, let's call him Bob. I was about fifteen and happy with myself. I didn't use make-up and I worked on a farm. The family house was in the suburbs and every day my parents would… Continue reading Crushed
Category: Short Stories
Chores…
I thought when I got older that chores would become a thing of the past. Something you look back on with remembrance and a smile. I find everything can be smiled at once you look back. "Kate, can you wash up?""Sure," I'd say. I have never had an issue with washing-up. On the chore list it… Continue reading Chores…
Stories and Queen
And I mean Queen the band, not The Queen. The daily prompt today is: The Show Must Go On If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, the producer, or the lead performer? (Note: you can’t be the writer!). Which of course made me think of... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSkx34M3XtY But I also started… Continue reading Stories and Queen
Through the clear glass
"You see," the woman says pointing at the screen. "No," the man says. "He just got on." "Where?" The woman sighs and hits rewind. In exaggerated steps everyone on the London street move backwards at a maniacal pace. "There," she says, pointing at a man in a red beanie hat. The picture moves forward in… Continue reading Through the clear glass
The lady with the plasters
I should never have gone to university. It wasn't that I was too young, I'd done a BTEC and was a year older than most. But inside I was so young and naive. I didn't know at the time but I had some mental issues that made me particularly vulnerable to predators and attack. Attack… Continue reading The lady with the plasters
Inside left blank for your own message
I’d snuck around school, dropping flyers into bags. I’d even left my name off. Please come to …. birthday party. I didn’t fill it in. I had no wish to. For once I wanted to have a party that everyone went to. A couple of people caught me.“What’s that?” they said.“An invitation.”“To what?”“A party.”“Whose?”I stayed… Continue reading Inside left blank for your own message
The Crossroad
I have been working on variations of this story for a while and this is the latest. I'm still not certain it is quite right. I think it skips around too much. Any comments would be appreciated. Oh, it's definitely a horror/crime - just a little warning. I might turn it into a screenplay and see if it… Continue reading The Crossroad
A Quirk
This is an extract of my novel. The 'thing' is a woodland fey trying to explain his quirk. Dai is a boy from Wales who is trying to save his sister from a hag... The thing notices and frowns as if I have made some huge mistake in taking a step back, but I just… Continue reading A Quirk
Cold Glass
Outside Warren pushed his face against the glass. Sometimes the family inside left the curtains open, but tonight they were drawn. He wanted to see. The boy would be there. "Is he there?" A small voice asked in his ear. "Hush, they will hear," the creature said. "I can't see the curtains are pulled." "Why?… Continue reading Cold Glass
Truth Hurts
Alice stepped into the cafe. She'd already been crying but she could feel the tears burn at the corners of her eyes again. It wasn't her fault. Tracy had backed her into a corner and she couldn't do it. That morning she had been dreaming of moving back into halls of residence at the university… Continue reading Truth Hurts
Kate Murray - Cleaver 