Fiction Writing
'Don't mind that,' she said, guiding him through the hallway and round the shattered remains of a mirror. 'Just through there,' she pointed him through a glass door whose splintered panes were held together by sticking tape. 'Take a seat,' she smiled at him. He looked at the living room strewn with broken chairs, a … Continue reading ACCIDENTAL DAMAGE
Being abandoned by his family every Christmas as a child had set off the downward spiral. Thirty years later, he had finally hit rock bottom. Cassandra lay naked on the bed, her skin blotchy and bruised, the needle still hanging out her arm. He shelled out the notes from his wallet and left them on … Continue reading HOME ALONE 13: HOLIDAY IN THE HACIENDA
'The setting for our Christmas story today is a mountainous region far away, a land of hills and fields. There lived three men there...' A small hand shot up, 'Was one of them Santa?' 'No, one of them was not Santa. As I was saying, there lived three men there who tended to their flock … Continue reading A CHRISTMAS STORY
Mary was as surprised as her gawking neighbours when the string of black vans pulled up outside her house with a screech of tyres and flashing lights. Armed MI5 agents rushed across her perfectly manicured lawn and flowerbeds, surrounding the house. 'Come out now. Hands where we can see them!' Instinctively she raised her hands … Continue reading POTTERING IN THE GARAGE
Archie sat atop the bogie kart. The road stretched out in front of him. And below him. A long way below him. 'Are you sure about this, Archie?' his best friend and fellow kart-builder Bill asked. Archie saw the look of genuine concern in his classmate's face. He pulled the racing goggles over his eyes … Continue reading ONWARD
