Oliver sat down at the kitchen table and starred at the dead canary on the plate. Its yellow feathers fluttered as the breeze came in from the window. He flicked the decapitated head onto the table, then got up and closed the window, took out knife and fork from the drawer and returned to the … Continue reading Tweety Pie
One of the benefits of writing short pieces of fiction is that your imagination gets to run riot like a clown in a circus tent, but just how do I minimize my chance of writer’s block – simple – character and scene. Character – Think of someone you know or knew; someone you’ve read about – … Continue reading Meditations on Writing #2 – Inspiration: Character or Scene (oR An4rChy)?
The whir of the fan ran throughout the night, keeping the humidity at bay. The coolness had played on his skin causing him to have a restless sleep, as he shivered in his dreams. Rays of sunlight streamed into the room and shone on his closed eyelids. He stirred, opened his eyes and as the … Continue reading Lie In
Aaron sent a group of tourists reeling as he barged them out of the way and threw himself at the door of the café. The door slammed open, and Aaron went sprawling to the floor. He picked himself up and looked around for the coat hook, he began to hang the soaking wet jacket on … Continue reading Marmalade
I'm a writer - I call myself a writer. I write. What does that really mean when you get down to it, the nuts and the bolts of what that means to me. I love telling stories and I love knowing that people enjoy what I write. I like the idea that I've left an … Continue reading Meditations on Writing #1 – Quantity, Quality, and Balance
Gennie Taylor’ had curly blonde hair and wore Aviator sunglasses so often that the combination of hair and glasses had earned her the nickname Medusa. It stemmed not from her hair looking like snakes, nor her ability to turn people to stone - but that when she wore those Aviators, her expressions were so often … Continue reading Medusa
Terry tentatively touched the walls, then quickly drew his hand back, as spiderwebs clung to his fingers. The webs grew denser as he approached a patch in the wallpaper that was swollen and cracked. Something tickled his ear...
Victoria waited for the buzz of the swarm to fade before placing the bellows on the garden table. She took a sandwich off the plate and lifted it to her mouth, looked up at her guest and put the sandwich back down. She pushed the plate towards him; the Chameleon took off his top hat … Continue reading Buzz of the Swarm
Freezing air seeped in through the cracks in the window frame, as the dying fire slowly cooled behind him. He picked up the axe that leant by the door and walked out of the cabin. Tree stumps lay like rotten teeth spreading out to the horizon. With the axe slung over his shoulder, he carefully … Continue reading The Lonely Tree
Robin sat in the dirt by the shed and gazed down at his rusting arm. His name wasn’t actually Robin, but little Alfie had been so excited when he’d been brought home that they let him name him. The wind picked up and drops of rain started to bounce off his skin, so he curled … Continue reading Gardner’s Friend