New photos in the Secret Paths Saint-Blaise gallery.
Read more of Alan McCluskey’s short story, The Complex Weaver.
Barley. Visit the new Mother Nature gallery.
I was writing by my window which had been open for a while. Dressed only in a t-shirt and shorts I hadn’t noticed that clouds had covered the sky and it was getting cold. Unconsciously I must have known, because in my novel I wrote:
The moment they left the lush vegetation the temperature plummeted and the chatter of the jungle gave way to the howling of the wind coursing its way between the rocks.
Click to read The Chapel.
Life’s not so easy for Julius, what with the cows breaking into the garden and him being knocked off his plinth. Not even Brutus caused so much pain and destruction! See other photos in the Snapped gallery.
Read my latest short story entitled The Chapel. Here are the opening sentences:
The latch clicks shut as I pull the porch door closed and feel my way in the dark. A faint hint of incense hangs in the air, vying with distant memories of flowers. I catch sight of the stone font in the gloom and run my hand round its worn rim then, tracing the curve down and across its depths, I encounter water. Drawing back, I glance around, but no one is there to see. I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and hurriedly wipe my fingers then hold it to my nose. Despite the time, her scent lingers on… (Read on)
This new short story (480 words) was the third and final flash fiction started during the weekend workshop with EmJay Holmes. Entitled A Voice in the Storm, here is the opening paragraph:
The sun’s rays burst through the clouds and skim the ruffled waters of the lake. At the sight of a large villa, they prize their way between the half drawn curtains and splash light across a table set for two… (read on)
Read my review of Julie Anne Peters’ delightful book Keeping You a Secret. Here is the beginning:
Somewhere a reviewer compared Julie Anne Peters’ book, Keeping You Secret to Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden. The latter haunted me for ages, so I had high hopes for Peters’ book and I wasn’t disappointed. The story is delightful, heart wrenching even, and the writing of it is well worth reading the book an extra time to get a closer look… (read on)
Branched out into SciFi with this flash fiction entitled, Encountered. Here’s the beginning:
The whir of colour wheels settled and a familiar sinking announced the return to gravity. Ahead the docking station took shape. AT381. Home. He let out a deep shuddery breath. He was almost there. Out of habit, he glanced at the screens. No one was following…. (Read on)