Fiction Writing
She held the blanket to her face and breathed in. The fragrance hit her. She pictured him in sunshine, among the flowers of the rose garden they used to visit. She saw his smile and those wide blue eyes. The fragrance wasn't him of course. The smell that had stained the blanket was the medicine, … Continue reading INSULATED
Archie dug his toes into the sand, relaxing in his reclining chair. From the tepee he heard Agnes clattering about. She stumbled out. 'You said you wanted a holiday with plenty of sun and sand.' He didn't open his eyes as she slumped into the chair next to him. 'Don't feign innocence. You knew what … Continue reading DESERT GLAMPING
A review of my novel ‘A Justified State’ from Claire. Always great to receive feedback from fellow bloggers, especially when it is positive!
In the future, The State is ruled by the socially reformist Central Party Alliance. Poverty and homelessness have been eradicated, but overpopulation, an energy crisis and an ongoing overseas war are threatening the stability of the country. When a local politician is assassinated, Detective Danny Samson finds himself thrust into the middle of the investigation. Still grieving for his dead wife and children, Danny tracks down the assassin, an ex-military sniper called Gabriella, only to discover she may not be the real villain. The secret behind the murder of one politician may bring down the entire ruling Party, and Danny soon learns those in power will go to any lengths to protect The State. Joining forces with Gabriella and the mysterious government agent Phillips, Danny must unearth the truth and bring the guilty to justice, before they catch up with him first.
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Why had they taken the time and effort to build the tunnel like this? The trees sculpted into a square that created an enclosed walkway leading to the side entrance of the lair. Why not just a line of trees? Why not a concrete tunnel? Perhaps it was for camouflage. From the sky above the … Continue reading GUARD DUTY
Her skin is pale, her rumpled cotton vest and panties whiter than the cream sheets she lies on. She murmurs something in her sleep and rolls over, an exquisite bare thigh arching on top of the covers. Her hair is dark black in contrast, a short bob framing her resting face. The cold winter air … Continue reading THE FIRST SNOWFALL
