Despite having spent years of my life publicly posting and writing online, there’ll be a few random things only the closest to me will know. So in the spirit of sharing, here’s 10 things you don’t know about me. I attach Spiritual/Philosophical significance to jewellery and possessions. Everything I wear, from my pendants down to … Continue reading 10 Things You Don’t Know About Me
This absolutely IS a cry for HELP!
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
A while back, photography blogger, Fragglerocking, tasked me with writing a piece of flash fiction based on one of her snaps. The resulting short read ended up pretty sad, and wildly different from my typical POV and style. I'm used to writing from the center of the action, right there in the thick of it, … Continue reading Father’s Rage & Other Stuff
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
Today I’m over at beetleypete’s wordpress account, sharing a story that, while not perfect in its execution, was fun to write and is hopefully fun to read.
He’s a great writer himself, and his blog is always a pleasure to scroll through. Once you’re done with this, I’d recommend checking out some of his own work. You won’t be disappointed!
I am delighted to be able to present a guest post from a young British writer, Gary Holdaway. Here is his own short bio.
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.
In the time it had taken Dr Mark E. Redwood to trek the nine miles through dense woodland before finally arriving at the cabin, he had tripped at least six times, soaked his feet in a failed attempt to jump a small creek, and had picked up multiple scratches to his face and neck fighting through malicious low branches. He was useless when it came to the outdoors. Hopelessly, utterly useless. But he didn’t care. He had to…
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