Short Story: Don’t Look Back


It was dark but for the stars twinkling above. Crouched behind a tree, her muscles were tight and she was ready to run. She clenched her teeth to stop them from rattling through cold and fear, and looked all around to see if he had found her. Her heavy breathing rumbled through the silence and buried the rustling leaves under a blanket of sound.

Crack. A twig snapped in the near distance.

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Friday Feels…Achey: On the Whys of Getting Ill

Friday Feels…Achey

headache-clipart-izs017427It’s been a funny old week this week. I’ve had earache for most of it (and not a single person sent me sympathy cake – can you believe it?), so I’ve been a bit down. I have wanted to sleep forever (minus the odd loo break of course, pee-soaked sheets are not on the top of my wish list, thank you!) and I’ve been feeling really lethargic. And of course, to top it off, someone was doing building work near where I live, so the feeling of someone drilling into my brain through my ear was accompanied by the sound of actual drilling. Great. So yeah, I’ve been in a major sulk for most of this week. But really, can you blame me? Earache sucks.

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The Importance of Reviews


I’ve written reviews of the books I read for many years now. My reasoning for leaving reviews was always so much simpler than it is now: I wrote them because I enjoyed writing them (and still do, for that matter)! Now though, things are a little different. As an indie author, I’m beginning to appreciate the power of a review. Reviews are much more influential than I ever really gave them credit for and actually, they are influential in ways that I would never have even thought of. I’ve read some great articles lately about why reviews are so important to indie authors (this one notwithstanding), and it’s been interesting reading. Reviews are great for lots of reasons.

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Short Story: Oh No, Not Again!

This story is dedicated to Maureen Turner, who sent me the prompt: “Oh no, not again!”


The young boy clambered onto the stage, darkness before him. He turned, nervously, to face his audience and was blinded by the bright lights. He ambled his way to the microphone and fiddled with it, adjusting its height and position. He swallowed and then cleared his throat. He peered out into the depth of darkness, punctuated by lights so bright that it seemed as though the whole world had vanished. All except him and the microphone. He licked his dry and cracked lips.

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So this week, I released two short story collections on Amazon!  I haven’t had a chance to share the news until now but if you enjoy the short stories I share on my blog, you’ll love these collections – and they are a bargain at 99p each!  They are fully illustrated by artist Anna Eveleigh too!  You’ll recognise some of the stories whilst others are entirely exclusive.  Here’s a bit more information:

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Friday Feels…Contemplative: On Why I Write

images (1)I’ve often pondered why writers write.  The question is a bit metaphysical and I think that the answer would often be ‘because I do,’ followed by a quizzical expression.  That in itself says it all.  ‘I write because I do’ is essentially saying ‘I write because it’s natural, in the same why as I breathe and I pee and I sleep’.  It’s not like saying ‘why do you play football?’  Because the exercise is good for me, because I enjoy the competition, because the game is fun – there are reasons other than ‘I just do’.  (I don’t, by the way, play football – it’s merely hypothetical and that’s the way it’ll stay thank you very much.)

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Review: Soul Saver by AM Maracle


Soul Saver by AM Maracle is difficult to sum up in a few lines.  There is so much story in this story, but at an extremely basic level, it’s about a technology in the future that is supposed to bring the dead back to life (albeit in hologram form) but ends up doing quite the opposite.  It’s set in the not-too-distant future, where technology is king and social class segregation is accepted as truth.  It’s about betrayal and hurt, it’s about love and passion.  There are four story lines that entwine to create a remarkably complex plot.  In fact, it was a really hard story to pull off, but did Maracle manage it?

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Short Story: Keys

This story is dedicated to Svein Klunderud, who gave me the prompt: Keys, in his reader interview.  

key-281816_640He strides down the dark, dusty corridor, the thump of his footsteps echoing on the hard, stone floor.  A large set of keys, a mix of old and new, swings, pendulum like, hitting his thigh with every other step.

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777 Challenge: Tag, I’m It! Who’s Next?


I’m not normally one to do these tagged challenges, I tend to ignore them as I do with chain letters and texts (I mean, really, does anyone really believe that if they send something on, they’ll become a millionaire next week?  Or if they don’t send it on, all their fingers and toes will fall off?).  This one though, this one intrigued me!  The idea is that you share a little bit of your work in progress (WIP) and then tag seven authors or bloggers to do the same, thereby sharing the love and introducing readers (and writers) to other authors and blogs.  I think it’s a great idea and really – what could go wrong?  (Well, apart from the fact that I’m not sure I know seven other authors who haven’t previously been tagged, but I’ll try my best!)

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Friday Feels…Dazed: On How Little Writing Writers Actually Do!

Power of WordsDo you know what I realised this week?  Writing is actually only a tiny part of being a
writer.  Of course, I’ve known all along that being a writer (especially a self-published one) involves promotion, engagement, and a whole host of other things, but it’s only this week that I’ve realised quite how little writing that being a writer involves.  Perhaps, admittedly, if it weren’t for my day job then the actual writing part of being a writer would increase but as it stands, I get surprisingly little time to write what with all the other stuff the publication involves.  In fact, I haven’t written a single word towards either of my WIPs this week.  With that in mind, I can’t help but wonder how many people would choose to go into writing as a career if they knew just how much other stuff they had to do?
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Short Story: Centred Pete, The Centipede

This week’s short story is dedicated to Jo Rodrigues, who sent me the prompt: “Centred Pete, The Centipede”


Pete stood at his window, watching the world go by: the park that stood opposite with the dogs bounding happily, the gardens with the washing blustering on the line, the cars idling down the road at a Sunday speed, the children playing with a ball and the adults lounging around.  It was warm as the sun landed on his face, and he sighed with contentment.  He was at peace, he was finally centred.  Centred Pete, they call him today.  Centred Pete the Centipede.  He smiled as the warmth of the sun sank into his soul.  Today is going to be a good day, he’d decided, daring not to move from his centre-perch.

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