Story

Baby Makes Three ( Part Two )

It was late afternoon before the contractions
became stronger...

My Dear Diary moment continues...

Baby Makes Three ( Part One )

A Dear Diary memory of giving birth in Three parts.

cypress avenue

short story

christmas time

flash fiction

  Rain Cries

Morbid, depressing, suicidal, death-inducing IP for a Happy Sunday.

Sundays

Sunday.

the basket weaver

all in a day's work

the angel

god is watching us

spice

east meets west

The Mulrooney's - Part Two

“Did you hear something?” said Jay.

“No,” said Sarah. “What did you hear?”

“I thought I heard someone say, ‘Get off my chair.’”

a woman doing the washing

flash fiction

a test at centurion

short prose

a ship from afar

word-picture

Uninspired

I’m uninspired
I can’t pin a
Good story down
On plain white paper
Trust me
I’ve tried them all
Once upon a time
It was a dark
And stormy night
A funny thing
Happened. . .
See?

My family say I’m unholy, but you can't put a price on true love

After Keith dumped me I used to just sit around watching Cash in the Attic, spooning tub after tub of ice cream into my hopeless throat. I was so unhappy with the way my body looked.

Shouldn't all the Tom's matter to.

Tom always thought that she would be there forever; like the pond and fish at the bottom their garden and the slugs on the patio. Forever visiting him twice weekly.

Deathly Silence.

Deathly Silence.

Shouldn't all the Tom's matter to.

'Melvyn;...Melvyn...Toms voice cut through the heads and the faces of people around the round table in the community room.

Wanted.

Wanted.

a ship at sea

flash fiction