Realising Mark was gone was like remembering halfway through the morning that you’ve forgotten to brush your teeth. Up until you remember, there’s something niggling at the back of your head, then in a flash you realise. I’ve known Mark on and off since we were four or five years old. At times we’d go … Continue reading No New Posts
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)?
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
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...
Sam was pouring a cup of tea when his mobile rang. He left the cup half filled and answered it on the third ring, ‘Hello, Jenny. Where are you?’ The doorbell rang, Sam smiled and hung up the phone. He rushed down the stairs from his bedsit on the third floor. As he walked to … Continue reading The Bedsit
The arid red earth began to grumble; small stones rolled and jostled over the parched ground. Around the canyon small cracks appeared, close to the cliffs. The deepening rumble intensified and reverberated as fissures opened. White rocks peeked through the fissures then fractured the earth. The rocks became pillars 100 feet high, completely encircling the … Continue reading Transitory Mass