An invitation to the place where we began would once have sent my heart soaring. Dare I allow it to do so again?
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We had a very enjoyable holiday but as we left I mentioned to the owner that she should really tell prospective holiday makers that part of the house is overlooked by the neighbours.
The bag was heavy but Molly dragged it to the station. Her face turned towards the sun, its warmth flowed through her body, easing the pain. Cosmic pain relief, she laughed out loud at the simplicity of it.
The two women walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. As the doors opened and they walked into the foyer, they were surprised to see nothing but steel. The whole ground floor had been...
Some of you might not be ready for Christmas to be over, so here is a fictional piece I wrote that was inspired by an after Christmas trip to the mall.
Hugo loved music, but whenever he sang people ran covering their ears. He played several musical instruments reasonably badly, only the...
I have been AWOL from Friday Fictioneers for too long; hopefully the reduction in workload will allow me to resume my writing which I have really missed
After cruising through the Panama Canal, we stopped in Cabo San Lucas at the tip of Mexico’s Baja California Penninsula. At the end of the pier was a tired old vessel.
I have come full circle, ending up four years in the past, to a time when I had to watch every word I wrote about my personal journey.
The prompt this week spoke to me of my childhood and memories of actually getting a garage of our own, something only people with cars had
The lead character of the Gastar novellas meets King Stannis Baratheon and his trusted companions. Shevata leaned back in her chair inside her underworld office, frowning…
Well I’m back from holiday, feeling refreshed and relaxed, so bring it on! I missed you all last week, and your stories.
It’s that time again when we Friday Fictioneers are sharpening our wits and our pencils, trying to come up with a suitable story to satisfy our…
A handsome young man appeared in her doorway. “My lady, I was told I could find you here.” His voice shook a little and he seemed shy.
When I refused Henry’s proposal, I know you were saddened as you wanted us to be sisters. My disposition would not have suited your brother and I believed the wedded state was not for me.
Almost A Family Genre: Fiction Word Count: 100 They stood facing each other in the bare, dimly lit room. ‘Do you want this?’ ‘Yes, they are…
Power. Power. Power. Power. Power. Power. To the State. To the masses. To the individual. For those who earn it. For those who take it. For…
In the early morning we claw at the overnight rubble and debris searching for the missing. The children are terrified, the women distraught. The angry and patriotic young men talk of taking up arms while their mothers weep.
I have been busy working on a tender document which has proved much more difficult than I ever imagined when agreeing to do it.
I started my blog exactly five years ago this weekend. I had been thinking about retirement as my husband had taken early retirement and wanted me to do the same. I had read reports in the press of the increasing numbers of people approaching retirement age, who wanted to carry on working, in some cases they just had to. I wasn’t ready to retire then and I’m not now, but I thought that I
I’m waiting at the station. Penny is late. We agreed to meet at 10.00 the train leaves at 10.15 and it’s now ten past. I fiddle with the strap of my overnight bag, I do not feel comfortable waiting here on my own, but it is something I have had to get used to. Being on my own. I thought Penny was different from the rest, she is such a good listener and always says the right thing. She bolsters my