"How long?" Sasha said, hardly believing what the man had said. "Six hours," he said, with a nasal voice that made Sasha want to ask him to speak up. Although at the moment she felt like grabbing his perfect blue uniform and screaming at him that he had to be joking. The man wasn't even… Continue reading Tea and biscuits.
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Stick Man
"I love it," I say, standing in front of the sculpture. It dwarfs me, it is huge, maybe six feet, and being only five feet four it appears massive. "I don't like it." I look at my companion. "No?" "No," he says. "It looks... burnt." I screw up my eyes and look at it. True, the… Continue reading Stick Man
Judging a book by its cover…
If you are going into self-publishing does it matter about the cover? I mean you have taken time to write it and then you have to think about what to put on the front, but surely it is what's in the book that's important? And I wish it were, but we all buy because of… Continue reading Judging a book by its cover…
Through the wardrobe
"So, you just thought you'd go have a look?" "It was in the story," Peter tried to explain. "Yeah, I know," Tracy said, putting a weary hand to her brow. "I read it to you." "Yes," the small boy said. "So you opened the door and it was there. At the back of the wardrobe."… Continue reading Through the wardrobe
Whispers
As a child I would sit still and quiet. In a room of adults I could disappear. They would talk around me and forget. Preferably there would be a chair that would stop them from seeing me. They'd forget and I would hear. The whispers and secrets I collected. I never used them I just… Continue reading Whispers
A Caged Bird
"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
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
Kate Murray - Cleaver 