Every year I follow a tradition for Christmas. Of late I follow 'The Plan'. Me and Granddad sorted out 'The Plan' before he died. You see at the time I thought nothing of it but I think he knew he was going because he made his last wish to have Christmas. And he didn't want… Continue reading Tradition…
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Dream talk
Martin shifted on the bed trying not to wake Tracy. When she had suggested that it would be better if they had a four-foot bed, he had agreed. His one love was to sit up at night and read Dickens. Now he had the bedside table and a lamp, but if he moved Tracy would… Continue reading Dream talk
The Dark Crystal Author Quest
Okay, so I didn't win... But I have posted the story onto the website. Go here to read it from the fan page - http://www.darkcrystal.com/create/?page=2&type=text You can rate it on the fan page too. Or just scroll down. The Knowing Chapter 1 Aughra had a bad feeling about this; her son stood at her side but… Continue reading The Dark Crystal Author Quest
Dreams
I am in the middle of an allergic reaction. Just bites, but lots of them. Some horrible flea/mosquito/bug has made a feast of me. Now that in itself is annoying and itchy but not too much of a problem. I have medication... And that is where the dreams come in. You see the drugs make… Continue reading Dreams
The Fluting Mime
I was nervous. Stood in front of a pair of the most imposing doors ever. I mean it is just meant to be a hall, somewhere to practice so why the heavy oak doors? Is it to keep audiences in or others out? Who had never heard of a fortified theater? Let alone one in… Continue reading The Fluting Mime
Good Goodbyes
She waits on her bed. The sun streaming through the window and hitting the duvet making the simple faded flowers dance with colour. Softly a tear tracks down her cheek and drops onto her hand. She doesn't make a move to stop it. Just sits like a stone, not moving. Inside she feels nothing. Inside… Continue reading Good Goodbyes
Crushed
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
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…
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