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Writing Update: Horror and Halloween!

With Halloween just around the corner, I’m glad to say that Forgotten is almost, nearly, just about done. I may have changed the ending as I was writing. But these things happen! I’ve made a collection on Unsplash (wonderful photos, you should check the site out) for Forgotten and which will definitely give you a… Continue reading Writing Update: Horror and Halloween!

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Behind the scenes fiction: The Angel’s Laugh

“The Angel’s Laugh” is a flash piece I wrote a while ago, inspired by another prompt (of which I cannot yet speak). The story, I felt, did not quite work for that prompt, but I still wanted to write it. If you haven’t yet read it, you can read it below, otherwise, you can scroll… Continue reading Behind the scenes fiction: The Angel’s Laugh

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Micro fiction: “I stopped to smell the flower”

I stopped to smell the flower at the roadside. Its petals dripped red upon the ashen-grey ground. My back strained beneath my book-filled backpack. Them I dared not leave behind. I followed the painted flowers to a ramshackle building. There I found the artist on his knees, crying silent tears. “The paint’s finished,” he sobbed.… Continue reading Micro fiction: “I stopped to smell the flower”

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Short Story: “Forgotten” writing update, part 2

You can read part 1 of Forgotten over here. Working on the rest of the novella Although I’ve now provisionally outlined most of the novella, the ending is still escaping me. I’m therefore planning to write the rest and then only when I get closer to the ending decide whether I am going to outline… Continue reading Short Story: “Forgotten” writing update, part 2

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Flash Fiction: A Cup of Tea

Written for Microcosms, my prompts were “tea-lover”, “restaurant” and “memoir”. A Cup of Tea I stare at the tea menu. Darjeeling or Assam? Perhaps white tea. Green tea. Oolong? I go back to the Darjeeling, then smile at the waitress and order. At least, I hope it was a smile and not a grimace. It’s… Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Cup of Tea