Flash Fiction (number 12)
Stella Jackson stood before the mirror in her bedroom, carefully applying her lipstick. The ruby colour was one that she … Continue reading Flash Fiction (number 12)
Stella Jackson stood before the mirror in her bedroom, carefully applying her lipstick. The ruby colour was one that she … Continue reading Flash Fiction (number 12)
This is part of a series of stories that I wrote a few years ago, to be displayed in my … Continue reading The stories of her life (Number 1)
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 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)
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
Forget me not “I’ve just got to nip out,” the words didn’t register with Geoff Simmonds, his full attention fixed … Continue reading Flash Fiction 6
Cara lifts her chin to the sky, enjoying the warmth of the early morning sunlight as it caresses her face. … Continue reading First Kiss
Sunlight poured through the thick glass of the living room window, sparkling on the faces of the two figures inside … Continue reading Flash Fiction 5
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