I write for me … words have always fascinated me, the nuances of language.
I create fiction, share thoughts, and disseminate research.
Sarah
Multiple suspicious disappearances from one small area of town and not one solid lead or decomposing body. Grant stared at the board, sixteen pairs of eyes glared back. Accusing, pleading, wanting justice. But how could he provide justice if there was no trail, no...
Ghost of Me
Error. My life seemed to be a constant mistyped URL leading to a 404. Paige not found. I giggled to myself at the pun. But still it was frustrating. Picking up my cello I began practising the intricate fingering required for my show piece. Notes slid gently from the...
You get what everyone else gets
Endings. Change wrapped in expectation, tied with a bow of sadness. Take the gift with thanks and a smile, it's for the best you'll see. Slowly pull the ribbon, untie the knot of pain and grief. Embrace the experience. Easier to say than do, but do you must....
#amwriting
I'm still working on my #23in13 challenge, however, the other day I fired up Scrivener and realised that I had the beginnings of a short story (or two) still lurking in the bits & bytes. So, the first few entries (a taster below) are previously written so don't...
My Lady Drella (pt 1)
This is from a comment over on Google+ a while ago. Not sure when or how it will end at the moment. Maybe I should open it up to suggestions from my readers? Drella softly scratched her well-filed fingernail across the guard’s cheek. She felt the quiver of terror and...
Cartoon Challenge
For the last couple of years I've been encouraged to doodle more by a good friend @colinshelbourn who is the one and only Radio Cartoonist. His book Drawing Cartoons has enabled me to move on from stick figures. Every now and then I promise to upload a drawing,...
Not Wasting Time
Suspended in the silence of my inner self bubbles of thoughts float freely. Waiting. At peace, curled up and comfy, I close my eyes and observe the bubbles being buoyed along on the waves of quiet. Rainbow colours softly swirl their surfaces, the fluid movements...
Sacrifice
I sat crossed legged on the threadbare rug with my back straight and my head bowed. The smoke and scent of incense whirled around inside the faded tent walls making my nose itch. I resisted the urge to sneeze and continued my meditations within. A disturbance outside...
Space Invaders
"Thrusters on full Captain." The space craft lumbered forward, its flimsy hull bending alarmingly. The two man crew fought with the controls trying to hold their ship together just one last journey. A wing buckled under the strain. There was a tearing sound as the...
Reading the Past
Irregular tapping rhythms fill the gaps in the silence. Old-fashioned it may seem but I do enjoy using the old style hardware with raised keys over the the flat, projected displays or voice controls that fellow academics use. I am soothed by the sounds, the taps...
Excavating my belongings
I'm often useless at thinking up ideas, however give me a prompt and it will sometimes spark something in my brain. This is from a prompt request I made on Google+ "excavate common things in your home as if you were an archaeologist from the future" My brain began...
