It’s not every day your friendly neighbourhood aliens come for a visit. Enjoy.
She dipped her hands into the cool pool of black stuff. It was viscous and almost sucked her finger into its depths. She yanked her hand back and fell on her bum, the wet grass seeping in through her jeans.
Hey there! A little creepy start to your Wednesday. Enjoy!
It was the little things at first. The door that was open when I was sure I had shut it. The water turning on in the bathroom, even though I hadn’t been in there. Then things started to go missing.
My car keys.
The antique vase in the foyer.
My cat, Dave. Although Dave always ran away, eventually he would turn up.
It is nice to get back into the rhythm of writing and posting. Enjoy this short and sweet bit of fiction.
Casey was fifteen. He had floppy blonde hair that fell in his eyes. He had to flick his whole head to see, but the errant strands still hid his green eyes. They weren’t all green, they had flecks of brown and hazel scattered in them. Jennifer didn’t know what was worse, that she could stare at him for hours when he wasn’t looking, or that she couldn’t look at him for more then a few seconds when he did turn to her.
Hey WordPress. It’s been a while.
Over a year – I think – give or take. It was never my intention to stay away this long. Things got on top of me, and I became overwhelmed. COVID changed how we lived overnight, and like many of you I had to switch gears and learn how to carry on in the new normal.
In Australia we have been incredibly lucky. Our lives at the moment are almost back to normal. I can travel into the office, the kids are back at school and I feel like I have a handle on what’s required of me. I was also incredibly grateful to remain employed and work from home. It’s more then other people have. Most importantly we have been healthy.
I didn’t stop writing, and in the back of my mind I kept thinking that I have to get back here, for some semblance of normality. Do what I did before. So here I am.
I missed you.
As the inky blue pressed into the dark sky, slowly erasing the night, the stars disappearing as the sun peeled over the horizon. I breathed in the new day, the wet grass, the stinging cold, and closed my eyes to hear the distant call of a kookaburra. The hot ginger tea, warming my fingers, pressing against my palm and radiating delicious heat into my blood.
I understood the truth. That no matter how much I screamed and wailed against the universe. How much I dug my fingers into the dirt and prayed to any deity that would listen, that I wanted to stay here forever. But change is inevitable, I must embrace it or perish.
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A small piece of fiction for your Wednesday morning. I wish Brad wasn’t playing right into my stereotype. Enjoy!
Everyone has a bad day sometimes. Enjoy
Happy New Year! I’m back! In December and January I took some time out to be with my family and just enjoy them. Without guilt of not writing, and without worrying that I would lose this voice. The below post is a reflection of my thinking lately.
That despite what I think about where I’m headed, I can shape this piece of clay and mould my own way.
Wow! It’s been a while between posts. I’m at the end of a 6 month novel program and have been loving every minute of it! My poor blog has taken a backseat. A little something I wrote while waiting 45 minutes for a package at the post office. I was in a not very Chrismassy mood….
If you celebrate it – then Merry Christmas! If not, then Happy Holidays.
A little paranormal fantasy for your Wednesday morning. Enjoy!
The cool embossed invitation hit me like a knife to the chest. I rubbed at my heart, trying to draw breath, waiting for blood to cover my hand at their betrayal. Fire. Every inhale was fire.