Fiction Writing
I was never a strong swimmer, unlike him, and he was stronger. That's why drowning him never appealed. Plus, I'd get my hair wet and my make-up would run. But he did love the water, always at the pool, showing off his toned body and admiring the girls. So it seems only right that I … Continue reading INTERVENTION
They set off at first light. No sign of the enemy. Peters took the front of the stretcher, Henderson the rear. Felix lay unconscious, each step across the uneven, barren landscape making his head roll from side to side. Henderson reckoned it was a hundred miles back to the demilitarised zone - at their laboured … Continue reading TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED
The ruined building had only one window left intact. On it was a star. 'Your star.' 'What do you mean, Father?' 'The star of David. It belonged to a religion, long ago.' 'A religion?' 'Like a belief, a faith. People gathered to worship their God.' 'People believed Gods were real?' 'Before science had given us … Continue reading AFTER THE FALL
This was not what he had in mind when Sandra invited him on a beach holiday. He'd thought of golden sand and her golden hair; revealing swimwear barely concealing her tanned curves; frolicking in the sea... Sandra rubbed her grimy, seaweed-covered hands on her dirty overalls and threw the trowel aside, her smile beaming. 'Another … Continue reading ON THE BEACH WITH SANDRA
Paris, 1829. Victor hastened along the snow-covered street. A warm fireside awaited him. Soon he would be surrounded by dear Adèle and his children, no doubt excited by the late snowfall. 'Excusez-moi monsieur, a few francs for a veteran?' The beggar held out his hand. Victor drew back, revulsed at the sight of the disfigured … Continue reading HUGO
