The Fiction Cafe Writers 30 Day Challenge (Day One)

After a long (and tough) break from writing, I’m returning with a writing challenge! It is September after all, a time for new beginnings and my favourite time of year. Tomorrow also officially marks the end of the school holidays (resounding cheer?!) and my chance to return to a little guilt free writing time – … More The Fiction Cafe Writers 30 Day Challenge (Day One)

Published Fiction: The Whispering Woods & Let Me Go – The Sirens Call – Issue 42, Dec 2018

The Whispering Woods They told me not to go in there. Into the woods where the you-know-whats lurk. Huge hulks of brown fury, all claws and teeth and menace. They said terrible things would happen to me if I did. I weaved a finger into my locks as I listened… Read more here. Let Me Go She … More Published Fiction: The Whispering Woods & Let Me Go – The Sirens Call – Issue 42, Dec 2018

PUBLISHED FICTION – Shatter the Silence – the Same Online Journal – Issue 12.1, August 2018

I remember peering around the doorway watching each plate shatter, splintering into a ceramic snowstorm at the hands of my mother. For some reason my memory has omitted the sound. I see her mouth open wide, her eyes and nose dripping. I see the droplets merging with the flying debris as she furiously throws her … More PUBLISHED FICTION – Shatter the Silence – the Same Online Journal – Issue 12.1, August 2018

PUBLISHED FICTION – Status: Vulnerable – the Same Online Journal – Issue 10.2, June 2018

“Her green eyes close and sleep follows. Her favourite time of day, or rather night. At night she escapes her diagnosis, her ageing bones and the tang of disinfectant that pervades this ‘home’. At night she …” [Read more here] Published in the Same online literary journal, Issue 10.2, 11th June 2018

Quite the Exhibition

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Eva stopped for a moment, leaning back against the cool stone of a vast pillar. Droplets of sweat tickled at her temples as they  began their descent down her cheeks. She sucked air into her aching chest, her thoughts racing like the beating of her heart.  Mere seconds and she … More Quite the Exhibition