Flash Fiction: Kindred

Gregory knew exactly what sight would greet him as soon as he heard his brother’s laughter. … More Flash Fiction: Kindred

WWP: Syzygy

We fitted together so perfectly, we three – like the Sun, Moon, and Earth in conjunction, in perfect syzygy, our friendship was an astronomical event. But now… Now our orbits have shifted. Word count: 30 (+syzygy) *** I’m a little late posting this. The few times that I’ve joined in with Sammi Cox’s Weekend Word … More WWP: Syzygy

Nomad

She could remember it so clearly: long days spent on the road, sitting in the passenger seat with her mother behind the wheel of their rusting orange car. They’d sung along to pop songs playing on loop. … More Nomad

Time to Leave

Time to Leave The boats were full, despite the lateness of the day. Ingrid paused, her foot poised on the gangplank as she looked back at the town. Her throat tightened as tears threatened to fall. How could she leave? The place was central to all of her memories: she’d married Jimmy in the church on the market place; … More Time to Leave

Time to Reconnect

Time to Reconnect She hadn’t written to them in far too long. Back in the early days, Felena had penned letters weekly, though each one had simply been added to the stack in her drawer. Eventually she’d forced herself to stop. She’d needed to move on. It was now over a decade since anything had actually been delivered to the … More Time to Reconnect

Web of Light

shadows retreat as hope’s golden glow illuminates the pervasive web of negativity and joy shines through I was going to post this picture as yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday, but then the words came into my head and insisted on being included, so I thought I’d save it for today instead. As most of you probably know by now, I’m currently in the … More Web of Light

Walls

His memories crowded close: an impenetrable barrier denying access whilst holding him back from the world. But he was sick of being imprisoned by the past. Caed knew it was time to tear down the walls – from their rubble he could build a marvelous palace in which to celebrate a bright future. This post in for … More Walls

A Walk in the Park

A Walk in the Park Jake stumbled along the familiar route, drawn to the warm light shining through his window. Home. He was nearly home. The chill air bit into his exposed arms, the thin shirt doing little to warm him, and he shivered. His thoughts skittered as his gaze caught on the trees lining the path. This … More A Walk in the Park

Unceasing Strife

Unceasing Strife “Is that food ready yet, woman?” Julian sighed – here we go again. “It’ll be ready when its done. If you got off your lazy backside and helped out, maybe it’d be ready sooner!” Every day it was the same: Henry would snarl and Edna’ strident voice would rise in response. He’d found … More Unceasing Strife

Standing in Line

He’d been standing in line, waiting his turn, for far longer than he cared to remember. The sign continued to blink idly in the distance; the column shuffled slowly forwards. Bureaucracy, it seemed, wasn’t just a problem in the land of the living. This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge.

November Madness

I’m not quite sure how I managed it but last night I hit the 50,000 target for NaNoWriMo.  Yay! November has been an insane but wonderful month – I’ve spent pretty much every spare minute writing. Knowing that I have the bones of a novel down ‘on paper’ is such an incredible feeling . Unfortunately now … More November Madness

Tumbling

Tumbling Your pen is poised, mind teetering, balancing precariously upon the edge. You release your hold and tumble, like water over the fall, words burbling in random dissarray from your mind, through your pen, to your page. For many years I have suffered from writer’s block. This blog and the poems and children’s stories that I … More Tumbling

A Ghost of Memory

I’ll hold the faded photograph, etch her colours bright and true, as she walks through half-forgotten memories. I’ll hear her voice, whispering through the mists – the lessons she can teach if I listen. I must listen. Tales of hardship and happiness. Times of tears and laughter. A song of resilience carries upon a piano’s … More A Ghost of Memory

The World Will Wait

In amongst the minutiae, the everyday, the hither and thither of life rushing by – there’s no time to talk, no time to rest, no time… Stop. Take a breath. Tilt your face to the sun. Feel the warmth on your skin. The world will wait. See the beauty of the budding trees, the blossom … More The World Will Wait