When people think “writer” they tend to think “books”. Even someone who’s not necessarily thinking about being a writer might think “they’ve got a book in them”. We spiel off authors of great books like Dickens, Austen, and Tolstoy as… Continue Reading →
There are many lengths of fiction out there. Poems can be merely a line, flash fiction and short stories no more than a page. It’s unfortunate that in terms of fiction, shorter length works have often been overlooked. An unspoken… Continue Reading →
Writing competitions can be a fun way to hone your writing skills and, if you’re lucky, get your work published. Plus they may also come with a financial reward – cha-ching! And whilst there’s no magic winning formula I can… Continue Reading →
They say when your senses diminish, other senses become more astute, so your eyes improve if you’re deaf, your ears if you’re blind. I don’t know how truthful that is, but it seems as my body has diminished the strength… Continue Reading →
He stepped back. Niamh was left with her boat in the middle of a ring of ghostly faces. ‘Finally you are here.’ The voice was cold and bottomless, hissing and crashing from everywhere at once. ‘Who are you?’ said Niamh…. Continue Reading →
The last thing Niamh remembered was drowning, so it came as a surprise when she woke up. At first she thought she was dreaming. The air had that strange grey sense of a dream. Or being underwater. She held up… Continue Reading →
‘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 →
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 →
‘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 →
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 →
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