I’ve been published

My first ever published piece has come out. Please head over to Kazka Press to check out The Peregrin. Leave a comment to let me know what you think and if you feel like it, share it around.  

Metamorphosing Myth

“He stole our eye you know?”

Image Prompt: Catching snow

Catching Snow She turned the pages of the old photo album. Moments captured in time. Perfect little snippets of life preserved between the faux leather pages. Happy smiling faces, page after page after page, until the middle. She paused at the last happy memory. She could remember the snow, the way if fell, soft and…

The Necklace

(My second piece as part of The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction… by Tara L Masih)   I loved that necklace. It was my “go-to” item of clothing when I had a date or an important meeting, or when I just wanted to cheer myself up with a bit of bling….

Flash Fiction Exercises for Writers

I recently came across a thread somewhere on the internets that lead me to a new book – The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction: Advice and Essential Exercises from Respected Writers, Editors, and Teachers by Tara L Masih There’s a rather long introduction all about the history of flash fiction, which,…

Image Inspiration: Smeg

 I could always tell when Smeg was miffed at someone, or something. She’d let these tendrils of smoke escape from her nostrils, just like she’d done that day. If she had been a full sized dragon it’d be intimidating but since she was little more then the size of a mouse, it was just plain…

Image Inspiration: Broken Heart

I stared at the heart in the wall and began to remember. The first look, first smile, first kiss. The first time we made love. All those happy firsts rolled out of mind and towards the wall, like a stream. The heart inside the wall began to warm, taking on a brighter crimson tone as…

Strike while the head wears the crown

There’s no fun in trying to depose a king when his head no longer wears the crown. Their’s no sense of victory or glory if his head is already rolling in the streets, kicked their by someone who thought they were helping. No. You have to strike that blow yourself while the crown still sits…

Refund

“I’d like a refund please.” “Do you have a receipt.” “I’m afraid I lost it about fifteen years ago, really didn’t think I’d need it after this long.” The customer tried to hide her embarrassment. “I’m sorry, our policy clearly states that you need a receipt for a refund.” “Can’t you do anything?” “I can…

Silence makes the heart grow fonder (2)

I can’t hear a sound she makes as she sits at my feet and plays. It’s not a bad thing not being able to hear my daughters laughter. It means I get to study her face more closely, notice the dimples as the begin to develop in her pudgy cheeks. I get to justify the…

Cybernetic

“Flex your fingers please.” Achingly slowly the fingers of her right hand began to bend. She had expected to feel every movement, a click or creak of parts, fluids like blood in veins squirting into tubes and wires, but there was nothing, no sensation at all. If she hadn’t been watching her hand, Rhana wouldn’t…

Silence makes the heart grow fonder

She sits quietly at the window, scissors in hand, a basket of fresh cut flowers at her feet. We’ve been married for 65 years tomorrow, would you believe that? And for 65 years, on Wednesday mornings at 7am she wonders into the gardens I planted for her, and collects an arrangement. Without a word she…