Fiction Writing
Battered by the elements he soldiered on. The years had taken their toll on him, more so than the landscape around him. The erosion of the rocks and gnarling of the trees happened incrementally, while his own physical degradation had hit him in the blink of an eye. He tramped over the fields and through … Continue reading TIMELESS REGRET
Glass roses, gilt-edged with gold, smashed and splintered. He sits among them, the broken shards of his life. She has gone now, the fire and the fury. She will return, he knows. She will do it again. Why does he put up with it? That abstract notion of love? Loyalty? Or shame? Shame that a … Continue reading GILT-EDGED
Up at seven on the dot. Hop into the shower, towel dry, throw on my uniform. Pop a slice of bread in the toaster, spoon on some jam (no clean knives again!), browse the morning headlines. Bag packed, ready to leave at eight on the button. Door opens, out I go, along the corridor and … Continue reading ESTABLISHED PROCEDURE
**contains terms which may offend** The Bruce raised his sword high, the driving rain battering against the silver blade, washing away the English blood. The dark clouds that had been the menacing back drop to the battle suddenly parted. Glorious sun shone over the tired and battered survivors. This was his moment. He could think … Continue reading SCOTTISH KINGS
The sun came over the small village and the first signs of life began stirring. Looking down she watched the same routine unfold as it always did. A light came on at the Klein's house - the children had risen too early again. Lithe Jenny Wright appeared dressed in luminous jacket and running tights and … Continue reading MORNING ROUTINE
