Tag prose

Prose – Paperchain

‘Dad’s dead.’ The words come from Sam. My half brother and Dad’s only son. ‘Did you hear me Kate?’ ‘Yes I heard you.’ I put down my duster and perch on a chair. Without looking, I reach for the notepad… Continue Reading →

Prose – Runaway

Some mornings I wake up and I want to run away. I stare at the curtains, at the pallid floral pattern and long to escape. The early light paints the room grey, the pipes creak, the cars drive by and… Continue Reading →

Prose – The Moon

It was the moon that made her fall. She had been running for an age, scratched and bloodied on her feet and arms with scalp and back slick with sweat. Her scarf was long lost and her hair, haphazard gold… Continue Reading →

Get Paid to Do Your Own Writers Retreat!

Like a lot of writers, I have a day job so I don’t have to live in a box eating my own toenails. I fit my writing in when I can, usually in the evenings. The idea of going on… Continue Reading →

Prose – The Big Guy

The thin faced Drone is taking me to see The Big Guy. I’m not surprised. The day I arrived he’d told me The Big Guy was a fan of my work. I’m just happy to get away from the endless… Continue Reading →

What are your Favourite Books?

This list is part of a much bigger one of ‘books I can’t live without’, but I whittled it down to five because it’s easier to build a blog post around it. Top (insert number here) lists are entirely objective of… Continue Reading →

Prose – When shall we three meet again?

‘When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lighting or in rain?’ ‘Well you usually get all three together. I’d check the weather forecast.’ Lynda, mother of the witches three, shrugged her hood off and glared at the young girl… Continue Reading →

Prose – Tradition

Don’t believe what you read in the papers. They call me a rogue, a trouble maker, unstable, but that’s bull. I don’t play by the rules, that’s for sure, but frankly, the rules suck. They’ve tried to stop me. They’ve… Continue Reading →

Sheep’s Head Soup

(From as-yet unfinished short story)  We dropped Ben off at his lodgings and I stayed in the car, pretending to be absorbed in the local guide book as he and Runa said their goodbyes. As she drove us back through… Continue Reading →

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