rosaliekempthorne

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I have 467 stories published in 17 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 311404 times and 455 of my stories have been cherry picked.
38 of my 314 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 39 votes

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I write these days a cacophony of genres: fantasy, sci-fi, mainstream, literary, some poetry every now and then. Novels, short stories, novellas, and whatever might fall in-between. I joined ABC Tales in May of 2014, and appreciate the forum it gives me to write and experiment, and even to include my strange little illustrations next to my work. 

You won't see a lot of my stories published anywhere else just yet, but please check out a few of these sites:
http://365tomorrows.com/?s=Kempthorne
http://everydayfiction.com/tag/rosalie-kempthorne/
http://www.flash-frontier.com/april-2016-slow/

Or check out my e-book: The Price of Blood; Book One of the Golwerra Stories, available from Amazon.  Links here to my book on Amazon UK and US.

and keep watching this space...

There are also a few more stories, and a few ravings (I mean, blog entries) to be found on my website: www.rosaliekempthorne.name
And check out (somebody... please... anybody) my 24-part story "These Words That Describe Melissa": https://www.wattpad.com/user/rosaliekempthorne

My stories

Cherry

Water

I belong to the island. It belongs to me. I don’t know what else to say. There is nothing here, nothing but the blue of the sky, mixed with the blue...
Cherry

Fire

It takes some time. And it takes some effort. It takes some hiking. I park the car up at the beginning of the trail, shrug on the backpack, check my...
Cherry

Earth

I like it up here in the mountains, away from nearly everything. With the ultra-green of the pine trees pointing up at the cerulean sky. It’s a long...

True Love

“There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, there’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole.” “Well, don’t look at me, dear Henry, dear Henry...
Cherry

Moon-Silver

This road might never end, Like a silver coin, Flipping over and over and over, Spewed by the darkness, Melting back into it, Bright beneath the...

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