|Posted on July 20, 2010 at 6:10 PM||comments (0)|
Cromwell watched from his office window as Joel stumbled along the street and up the front steps, the ghostly form of Gorgeous’ female half glittering a little under the orange glow of the streetlights. She looked so solid clinging to the sides of his head that it was hard to believe that she wasn’t visible to all and sundry but he knew it was just an effect; it would take someone as strong as Dave’s inc...Read Full Post »
|Posted on July 19, 2010 at 5:38 PM||comments (0)|
It stopped raining a little while before Katrina reached home, by which time she was soaked to the bone and the fresh, warm sunshine just felt like mockery. She could feel the water squelching between her toes with every step she took but had managed to stop regretting her choice to wear the lightweight canvas shoes when she left this morning. It had been sunny then and she had ignored the weatherman’s warnin...Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 23, 2010 at 6:49 PM||comments (2)|
I can't get my head to focus on either writing or editing - it's summertime, I never can and there's the World Cup as well - but I hate doing nothing whilst I wait for autumn. I'll not share my latest attempts, they always need work and a dozen or so rewrites, but this one is from about five years ago and some of my friends like it and have been telling me to push it out beyond the single score of facebook friends I have.
I hope you like it.
I need to fly to space and ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 20, 2010 at 1:36 PM||comments (3)|
The truckstop burger and fries were sitting unpleasantly on his stomach. It was his own
fault, he knew the meal had been too large after several days without food, but it had been
impossible to resist the urge to gorge himself. If there had been an option to order a kid’s meal,
or just a British sized portion, he’d have taken it but there hadnR...Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 16, 2010 at 6:28 PM||comments (2)|
I hope it's not bad form to stick in a author's note here, but I feel I need to.
Anyway, I'm really not sure if this one works. It's based on a truly awful poem I wrote about four
years ago but I still like the idea. I've also tried to do the first part from a first person
persepective, which I don't normally do. I don't think I'm much good at it.
So, a work in progress and I'm trying out unfamiliar approaches. Truly one for helpful comments, ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 7, 2010 at 1:52 PM||comments (1)|
He was running through the landscape around his home, he recognised the rocky outcrops on Tower Hill, but it had been stripped of all the houses and the only vegetation left were a few stunted bushes and some desperate blades of grass clinging to life in the claggy, black ground. It was daytime, although he was only sure of that because it felt like daytime. The low clouds overh...Read Full Post »