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D- Darkness falls (Align the Stars in Morley High Street, part 4)

A week previously. “It’s the perfect time. Everyone is but a neck, suspending eyes over a screen. Necks are exposed, vulnerable, easy to crack.” Callum accepted some more wine from his girlfriend’s stepdad and avoided replying by sniffing it. “Don’t… Continue Reading →

C – The Call

The call, when it came, wasn’t even for her. The doorbell woke Karen at three in the afternoon, ringing again and again as if someone were punching it with the flat of their hand. She grabbed at her phone, an… Continue Reading →

B – Boring day. (Align the stars in Morley High Street, part 2)

Callum liked digging. The literal unearthing of ancient things – what could be better? Gold earrings or pottery, it didn’t matter, what was important was finding them. Revealing history, he called it. “All of history is there, under the grass,… Continue Reading →

Monday muse – six-worder stories

A manic week at work, plus school holiday duties, has left no time for writing. I did not even manage my 280-character tweet fics until a big catchup on Saturday. It’s not like me not to write.  I think I… Continue Reading →

Saturday shorts – six word stories

More broken news and fake headlines from the week’s events.      

Tiny fic Tuesday

Tweet fics from this week. Very short stories, microfictions, 280 characters or shorter. Written to daily prompts. When the #nuns found my steam#punk comics, they confiscated the lot . You’re #lucky it’s me, wicked girl, said Sister Brigid. Steam robots!… Continue Reading →

Sunday shorts – swallows and summertime

In warm sunshine it’s hard to imagine bad things happening. If it all goes wrong, we think, we could forage for food, live off the land, sleep under the stars with a curious deer nosing at our bare feet. But… Continue Reading →

Friday fic – six worders – very short stories

This week has been exhausting, in real life and in the news, which is increasingly hard to accept as real life. How has it come to this? Caged children. Nonetheless stories remain important and so here are a very few,… Continue Reading →

Sunday short-short stories

What is the point of words? What is the point of blogs? What is the point of poetry? I can’t explain.  -I can explain, but only at length. Either way I won’t stop. I shared a fifty-word short-short story this… Continue Reading →

Friday Fic- rockets and optimism

The week has been full of headlines about space, Earth, rockets, guns and whether or not Britain can stay in Europe. Astronauts returned home after five months on the International Space Station. A crazy stunt by someone who should know… Continue Reading →

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