The Offering
I looked around with dismay at my accommodation for the next week. Not quite what I’d expected when I booked […]
Total shameless self promotion here! I write…It’s what I love to do (almost as much as reading), so this section of my blog showcases short stories and the odd bit of poetry, all penned by yours truly. So, put the kettle on, take a load off and take five minutes out of your day to lose yourself in a story.
I looked around with dismay at my accommodation for the next week. Not quite what I’d expected when I booked […]
Lucky Strike : Award-Winning Flash Fiction : “You beauty!” muttered Frank under his breath, as the last number came up
Short Story The Ballad of Billy the Kid Today was going to be the day. Will knew this as soon
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Flash Fiction Take On Me This is a story I wrote for a competition recently and I’m thrilled to say
Flash Fiction Pack Horse This piece of flash fiction was written for a competition, where the only pre-requisite was that
Flash Fiction : Beyond the Abyss I wrote this 500 word piece for a competition, where we were given the
Alexa A Whole New Meaning to a Murder Mystery Dinner…. In a sleepy hamlet on the outskirts of Aylesbury, no-one
Patient 300 Word Flash Fiction Leah glances anxiously around the waiting room. Everyone looks so calm. She can’t imagine why,
Final Call for Flight 175 Ally? Ally? Is that you? Are you there? Damn answerphone! If you’re there, can you
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Awakening You wake up in what looks like a white room with no discernible way in or out. What do
My phone alarm heralded the start of yet another manic day. One packed to the rafters with the usual meetings
Chocolate is good for our hearts in more ways than one. It provides antioxidant protection, a wonderful feel good factor,
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An assortment of outfits lay strewn across the bed as Lorraine deliberated over which to wear. It was pointless asking
The lighted match wavered in David’s unsteady grip as he held it to the end of his last cigarette. Here
Nancy Blush had always hated her name as a child. It wasn’t that it was ugly or anything, but when
I read a brilliant piece of advice once about the best way to get your novel started. Apparently what you