rosaliekempthorne

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I have 467 stories published in 17 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 312231 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

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Ivy

Ivy knows the road home; She ought to, She’s walked it so many times, she thinks, Back and forth across her own footprints, Stopping, and turning,...
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Unsung

I saved the world again today. Nobody noticed. They never do. And I suppose that’s my fault, because I’m pretty subtle about it. I don’t do this with...
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My Dad

My hero is my dad. He’s tough as shit. He’s the kind of guy you can’t take on. And you shouldn’t take on. Some guy goes up to my dad in a bar and...
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Troy

You should have seen me! I just rock on up there riding on a pony, right up to the gates of Troy. Am I scared? Not a bit. And do those Trojan...
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Through the Doors

There’s nothing you can’t find when you walk through these doors. Nothing that doesn’t have a price. You remember you: there was this girl, blond...

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