This piece of flash fiction is part of a lovely collection of writers from the South West of England called Kissing Frankenstein and Other Stories. Ivory Towers On the planet Ibis, covered in turquoise ocean, a young warrior stood on a white beach looking to the sky tinged green and the harsh binary stars. The […]
I dreamt a long rambling dream about machines that put spikes into belly buttons on the back of your neck and jacked into your nervous system but that was the least of what they were doing. The jack was a path way in and up would go a… creature of little substance, all electric impulses […]
Yes I am writing an advice piece on writing advice! The main thing about advice is realising that what is good for one person is not good for everyone, and trying different things until you find what works for you is the way to go (or not depending on the type of person you are!). […]
Alexia knew she had gone too far in questioning her husbands motives in the business deal, she had spoken out of turn she would have to work hard to make it up to him. She brushed her strewberry hair with a gilted hairbrush, her long pale hands gripped it too hard. Surely she was safe? […]
The man stood and watch the night bleak branches cradle the moon and thought on his predicament, he was here in a street of harsh tarmac and the fields there lay beyound reach. Behind a barbed wire fence. The haze of mist could not cut the remembering from his mind’s eye though it softened the […]