“How many times do I have to tell you? It’s three, six-minute eggs. Not six, three-minute eggs.” He pushed the silver tray away. “Who in their right might would eat six, three-minute eggs? They wouldn’t even be bloody cooked.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She gathered up the tray in shaking hands. “The cook…”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, girl. Just get me my breakfast.”

With a snap he flipped open the newspaper and started reading the business section, as she walked backwards out of the room.

“He wouldn’t eat them,” she said in a low voice to her husband, the cook. “He wants three six-minute eggs, but if you cook them that long will it affect the cyanide in the water?”

He shrugged and tipped some more of the poison into the boiling water.

“Only one way to find out.”

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Leaving the Land

I hope everyone has had a wonderful Christmas and holiday season. I thought I might have something festive for you, but this is all that came out. Enjoy!

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Moonlit Walk

It was the same route she took every day. Through the children’s park, over the mulched walkway and out onto the road. She was never frightened when she would have to work back and walk home late, the moon high in the sky and the soil soft underfoot. Her friends always told her to look over her shoulder, to watch for the things hiding in the dark.

But they didn’t know what she was capable of. Those that she shared the daylight hours with didn’t know that she was the thing in the dark. She was the monster under the bed.

Of course, she would never tell them, the only people who knew what she was were far away, and the predators who thought they could take advantage of a lonely small woman walking through a park after dark. She might be ‘other’ but she wasn’t a monster, she only killed those that preyed on the weak.

Over the centuries they had called her different things, but tonight the man she left behind in the toilet block, who thought that a rag soaked in chloroform would subdue her, he called her ‘vampire.’

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I can’t seem to move on from creepiness. Hope you don’t mind… Enjoy!

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Come play with me.

Hello! I’m back. This pregnancy is mucking me around a whole lot so not much writing or reading lately, but I’ll get there soon, hopefully.

A short story below for the season. We don’t have a huge Halloween culture in Australia, but I love an excuse to dress up and eat my daughter’s lollies.


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Full Moon

There was always a full moon now, and I can’t remember a time when there was a crescent moon, or even no moon at all. It had been too many years.

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Mistaken identity.

Just a small personal note before I jump into this short story. I have been largely absent from reading and commenting on everyone’s fantastic posts because I am 17 weeks into my second pregnancy! Yay! But also *sad face* because I’m so nauseous I can barely look at my phone or computer. As soon as it clears you won’t be able to get rid of me!

On with the story. So awkward, but so good. Enjoy.

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A bit of a tongue in cheek look at society. Obviously all fiction. Enjoy.

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The spaces between.

This blog post was inspired by Flying Through Water’s Creative Prompt ‘Friendship.’

It’s about the kind of friendships that I cherish.


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Unwelcome visitor

Despite the worst title I could ever come up with, this short story was inspired by 90’s movies, and urban legends. I really need to change what I’m watching…. Enjoy.

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