Wow! It’s been longer than I thought. I have been away still writing, but knee deep in novel work. It’s the first draft so while I love getting the ideas out of my head, at this point it looks like a blob of a kinda story that I need to spend time with. That’s all part of the fun. Enjoy this short fiction for your morning.Continue reading
A little ghost story for a Wednesday morning. I have actually driven up this road to a restaurant and then discovered an easier and safer way to get there. This was way before google maps.
The journey up the mountain wasn’t quite what she had envisioned. She thought it would be dark, the road windy and the bends sharp. But she hadn’t expected this fog. So thick that she just saw the hair pin bend as her tyres hit the gravel on the edge of the cliff.Continue reading
This one came out of the blue. Perhaps I need to spend some time with these characters. I do love Dragons.
“You need to leave!” She whispered yelled at him.
“Why?” He said, not out loud it was inside her head.
“Because my neighbours aren’t accustomed to seeing a dragon in my backyard!”Continue reading
Short and sweet. Happy Wednesday.
“Hey boy. Are you okay?” I held out my hand so the little thing could sniff it. I wasn’t sure it was a dog at first, it looked more like a matted ball of wool.Continue reading
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.Continue reading
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.Continue reading
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.Continue reading
I do love a bit of cold revenge. Enjoy!
A little funny for your Wednesday morning. 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.