Abomination

Morning everyone! I’m finding I turn more inwards and am daydreaming longer than before. Below could be that start of another book. Fingers crossed the muse likes it. Wherever you are, have a glorious day.

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White Rose

A little dark – but the stirrings of a bigger story. Enjoy!

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That’s the Stuff!

I developed an allergic reaction to Oysters when I was well into my 20s. Even though I love Oysters, I never ate them every day. Coffee though – I’m a 5-6 cups-a-day woman. I’m not sure how I would handle the below scenario. Enjoy!

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The End Game.

Teeny tiny story for your day.

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The Perfect Life.

A little melancholy story for your morning. Enjoy

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The Princess Motive.

Wow! It has been about a month since I posted anything. What a month it has been! My daughter Miss 4 has started primary school so I have been emotionally exhausted. Also in writing news, I am almost finished the second manuscript in my fantasy book! So while no short stories have been produced, at least I am actively writing.

Confession – I also haven’t been reading all of your wonderful blogs. I can’t wait to dive back in.

A short piece for your Wednesday afternoon.

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Beautiful Day

Good afternoon! I’ve started back at work after 9 months of maternity leave. The last few weeks have been a little hectic. Just a small bit of fiction. Enjoy!

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Left Behind

The short story below is a little abstract and different from what I usually write. Also a little dark, I don’t want to say ‘enjoy’ because you might not, but think about it.

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The Emerald Ring

The rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking Lizzie to the bone until she couldn’t remember what it felt like to be dry. Her gum boots filled with the icy water, driving needles into her skin. The trapped water didn’t warm as she paced around, it just sloshed until her toes were numb and she was sure they had turned black.

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In the shade of the Willow tree

“Do you think that trees have feelings?” Gloria said, stretching her long legs up the trunk of a weeping willow. The stark paleness against the tree made them look like they were painted with clown make up, but that was just Gloria, as pale as the day was long.

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