The Next Big Thing

I’m honoured to be tagged in The Next Big Thing blog hop by PiP at Piglet In Portugal – and offer my thanks for considering me worthy of being tagged. As is the way with various types of blog tagging, the person tagged simply answers 10 questions about them and then suggest others to do…

Back Story – The Changeroo

  I have good news to share with you, dear blog reader, if you’ll indulge me! Since my last post – Back Story – When should it be Front Story?, I decided to move the large slab of back story to the start of my novel. I’d like to say it was due to an…

Just Beneath My Skin I’m Screaming

Linus King, or Lingus Dingus as his meagre collection of friends called him,stared at his journal. The empty pages mocked him. He was scared to put the nib of the pen against the paper because once he started he didn’t know if he could stop. He fought against the urge scrawl words about the darkness…

Numb

The guy sat beside me on the bench reckoned the dog’s name was Scooter. Not that I believed him. He was an ass hole. His voice grated on my nerves and everything he said ended with “…I reckon.” He couldn’t stop scratching his hair and face, every few seconds a stray hand rose to pick…

Slip and Slide

With his sight tinged with green flecks and loud shadows, Rusty stumbled onto the platform not knowing how he’d got there or where he was going. Slouched against an unwelcoming pillar he blinked away confusion that clouded his mind. Had there been a party? He remembered garlic lights and glittering music. His memory slipped through…

Hoist the Birthday Flag!

Glittering cracker jacks shock the sky. Red silk banners. Rippling in reply. Hands raised on deck. Cheering. Celebrating. Champagne corks burst. Froth and sparkle. Music booms. Dancers sway. Happy faces. The Indigo Spider sets sail. Ahoy! This short story was inspired by Indigo Spider’s Sunday Picture Press – a challenge to write between 50 and…

They Die At The End.

Yvonne waited for her opponent to make up his mind. She didn’t attempt to hide her subtle smile. He might mistake her amusement for a tell but she didn’t care. The guy was an idiot and deserved what he got. He was a shitty poker player, big balls, no brains. She knew all his tells…