She sits on the opposite side of the bus from me, but I can see her reflection in the window against the backdrop of the night. A beanie resting on the back of her head, black curls escaping over the side of her face, casting shadows over her freckles. She has earphones in, and she … More The Girl on the Bus
Hi there! Please enjoy this little piece of prose I wrote this evening. It seems to suddenly have got very cold, and I took the new wintry feel to the air as part of the inspiration for this piece. Please feel free to give me feedback on this, even (especially!) if it’s negative, as I … More October Nights: An Extract
Hi there! Please enjoy this short extract I wrote this evening on the dangers of venturing into the woods… keep the salt handy. Tread softly on the woodland trail. Mind you don’t stamp your feet – take care, for the tremors through the ground speak volumes to those who know how to listen to them. … More Instructions For A Walk In The Woods
Hi there! Please enjoy this little poem, or tale. I was drawing on fairy-tale themes about quests to find magical objects from books I remember reading when I was very small. I hope you enjoy! If you journey 4 leagues to the West, then Follow the brightest star in the sky For another three, You … More Quest For The Key: A Poem
Hi there! Please enjoy this short story – I was trying to make it unsettling without being too explicit in what the threat actually is, but I hope you enjoy reading it regardless. “follow me…” A whisper on the breeze, a sigh through the air, just below the level of conscious thought that makes you … More Follow Me: An Extract
Hi there! Here’s an extract which I wrote this evening, that I hope you enjoy. I am a leaf in the stream of time, she told me. I am a breath on the eve of thought. It meant nothing to me, the words she said, the phrases she exposed as if they were the secrets … More Freedom: An Extract
A long time ago, in a land far, far away… Or perhaps it was only yesterday. Perhaps the movements of the planets are out of sync, spiralling around the plughole of the kitchen sink, perhaps – perhaps eons yet have passed ‘tween then and now, for I have forgotten, forgotten the details. Listen here and … More The Storyteller: An Extract
Hi there! These are the first and the last two stanzas of a poem I’ve been working on and would appreciate getting some feedback on if you could spare a minute? The premise of the poem is both bridging and creating the gap that exists between the author/poet and their work, or how the reader … More Work-in-Progress Poetry Extract: ‘I Am the Author; You do not Know Me’
“What should I write about?” I turn to my friend. She shrugs. “I don’t know.” Minutes tick by, slowly, as the screen stares idly back it me, its bright whiteness flickering, visible pixels on the old school chromebooks. My hands rest on the keys, ready to write down the brilliance of my ideas – but … More The Creative Process: An Extract
Hi there! Please enjoy this latest short extract of mine. “It’s a long way,” he told me, as if I didn’t know. As if that wasn’t the point. “I know.” He looked at me, a slight frown creasing on the weather-beaten skin between his eyebrows. “Long time too. Seven weeks at sea.” He sucked on … More Voyager: An Extract
Hi there! This is a little piece this afternoon. I might continue the story in another post some other time – let me know if you’re interested – or I’m happy to leave the unanswered questions up to your own imagination. Enjoy! It’s been a long time. A long time since I stood here on … More Memory: Part 1
Hi there! Please enjoy this little extract I wrote about beauty.“Can you see it?” “See what?” “There – just above the horizon. That little point of light.” “What is it?” “Venus. The evening star.” “She’s beautiful.” “Of course she is.” “But it’s not just her.” “How do you mean?” “Look. See how the slightly faded … More Venus: An Extract
Hi there! This is a short piece that I wrote this afternoon that I hope you enjoy! “It’s a long story.” “I have time.” But do you? Do you have time to spare? Can’t you feel it slipping like blood through your fingers, desperately trying to stem the tide of seconds, hold on to moments … More Time: An Extract
Hi there! This is a little something I wrote this afternoon. I’m also really happy at the moment, because one of my best friends bought me a typewriter as an early birthday present today, and I can’t wait to write on it! Anyway, I hope you this little extract 🙂 It was a grey day. … More Writer: An Extract
I want to write of a city of ships where the streets are half-rotted planks suspended above the deep blue abyss, where ropes form this place’s trees and no-one knows how to swim because the depth of the sea seeps into your bones, a dull aching moan that pulls you under before you can think … More I want to write…
