Huge Update On It’s Way

So you know how I disappear from time to time and then come back with like a million-and-one new ideas? Well this ins't one of those times. I mean it kinda is... But it's different, I promise! After tons of deliberation and chewing over the fat, I've made the ACTUAL decision to stay home from … Continue reading Huge Update On It’s Way

Facebook Page Prize Draw!

It seems silly when I think about it, but I really don’t spend much time promoting my Facebook page anywhere other than Facebook. And that’s because Facebook seems to be this huge void where everyone competes for attention, and your posts go nowhere. But let’s rewind and think about this for a second, because effectively … Continue reading Facebook Page Prize Draw!

Argh, Chute! A Flash Fiction

I stumbled upon an awesome site today by the name of Carrot Ranch. They post all sorts of challenges and prompts for teeny-tiny pieces of fiction, with a 99 word limit. This week’s prompt was ‘Crazy,’ and I just had to give it a shot. It put me in mind of an analogy I saw … Continue reading Argh, Chute! A Flash Fiction

Morrisey’s Last Symphony

I’m over the moon to be hosted over at BeetleyPete’s blog today. His community are always so great and supportive with their comments 🙂 The flash fiction piece follows UK Royal Marine, Morrisey, in his final moments, as he bleeds out on an Afghan hilltop.

Check out Pete’s blog! It’s filled to the brim with excellent fiction, and a vibrant community to go along with it!

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I am happy to feature Gary again. He has completely revised his site, and offers stories to read, as well as services like ghostwriting and copywriting.
https://gdholdaway.com/

A young writer from the UK with big ideas, and an even bigger passion for words. A multigenre author of both novels and short fiction, Gary has a flare for the suspenseful, the frightening, and the unknown.

His post today is a fictional short story.
(It contains some swearing)

Morrisey’s Last Symphony
By Gary Holdaway.

Like most fresh recruits, Morrisey had grand visions of his military prowess on the field.With a Captain-America-like finesse he’d breeze through war zones with excellence and ease, quickly rising through the ranks to shine out among the others. Eventually he’d lead his own unit, and they’d claim victory after victory for his country.

Morrisey could not have been more wrong. He passed out of Lympstone by the skin…

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