Flash fiction (number 11)

The black van rolls past the sign towards Brookville, and all four occupants feel a great sense of relief washing over … Continue reading Flash fiction (number 11)

My Fave Songs (in no particular order) number 46

Unwritten Natasha Bedingfield “We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way” I first heard this … Continue reading My Fave Songs (in no particular order) number 46

I decided to challenge myself to try to write a rhyming poem. I had to write it from the point … Continue reading Writing Exercise (Number 8)

I was challenged by members of a old writing group I was part of, to write something about solitude. This … Continue reading Writing Exercise number 7

My Way Speaking to Alan Wood is a very interesting experience, all of the charisma you would expect from the … Continue reading Flash Fiction (Number 10)

Float like a butterfly She drifts into the party, the light gossamer of her dress catching the lanterns’ glow and … Continue reading Flash fiction (number 9)

Loneliness The long table groans with food The chatter of diners fills the room They all share a common affection … Continue reading Writing Exercise (number 6)

You only live once My life can be split into two distinct chunks. The first eighteen years, pretty much defined … Continue reading Flash Fiction (number 8)

This is inspired by the Pendle Witches, a group of people who were executed for witchcraft in England in the … Continue reading Flash Fiction number 7

I was given the task of creating a poem based on the photo of two boys sitting on a hill: … Continue reading Writing Exercise number 5