The stories of her life (Number 2)

“I have only seen my dad cry once in my life,” Mary Aurelia Ross informs me in a soft voice … Continue reading The stories of her life (Number 2)

Flash Fiction (number 14)

Anna Russell walked carefully down the corridor, every step jarring the base of her spine and sending waves of pain … Continue reading Flash Fiction (number 14)

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)

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)

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