Fiction Writing
Down in the valley where nobody should go, Franklin shuffled along in the gloom, making his way back home, dragging the body behind him. Pesky kid. Why had they come here? Still, more fuel for the living room fire and a handsome dinner tonight. No doubt someone would come looking, snooping around. He would have … Continue reading DOWN IN THE VALLEY
Lady Devonshire was not to be dissuaded, 'I hear he will be worth a fortune when he inherits.' 'Mama, don't be so vulgar,' Bethany admonished. Lady Worthington leaned forward and patted Bethany's knee. 'There are worse things than to marry for money, such as being a spinster with none.' Bethany sat in brooding silence. She … Continue reading MORNING TEA
The final clue had led her here, to the building decorated with rhombi in shades of green. She didn't know where the clues came from, they just appeared in her head. Someone, or something, was planting them there. All she had to do was follow. What were they trying to tell her? She didn't know, … Continue reading SYMBIONT
He chose the discount store for the increased footfall. In these times of austerity people were desperate to make savings. Each day he sat outside. The life preserver drew some odd looks, but he wanted to attract attention. 'A flood is coming to wash away all our sins.' Okay, he was exaggerating a bit with … Continue reading THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH
They carried him over their heads, then strapped him down to the ceremonial rock they had spent the last six months carving out of the rocks and boulders. The sun broke through the dark storm sky, a fiery red glow lit the scene, reflecting their anger. Obafemi raised his chisel over the simpering man. He … Continue reading CARVED IN BLOOD
