Search

Smell The Coffee

Wake Up!

Category

Stories

Misunderstood

For National Poetry Month this year, I wrote the following poem and pasted it on my Facebook page: In the beginning after the world was formed and mountains took shape and rivers determined to snake It was only at that... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

Red Ribbon

It was time! Paula, whipped out her lucky red ribbon, as she and Rita raced towards their fighter jets. Within moments they were airborne. Rita fell in behind Paula- scanning her radar. All too soon, she picked up a menacing... Continue Reading →

The Artist

The muffled crying was making it difficult for Count Vasti to focus. “Will you keep that down!”he growled at the source of the irritating sound. He glared at the girl tied to a makeshift gurney in the centre of the... Continue Reading →

Needle and Dread

Shaney jumped involuntarily. But so did everyone else in the makeshift tent. The bomb had seemed a little too close for comfort. She’d volunteered to assist in the war by coming to the frontline- but was already regretting that decision.... Continue Reading →

Flash Fiction: Day 299

For Dverse, a 144 word flash fiction including the line ‘When far away, an interrupted cry’.   Diary entry 299. That's the number of days it's been since London fell. The generator powering this observatory is rapidly failing and and I... Continue Reading →

Hidden Scars

I was watching a youtube video last week, where the actor Terry Crews was reciting the story of his childhood. I was so shocked at what he was saying that I actually dropped my phone! How did Mr Crews know... Continue Reading →

The Defendant

Harold Peterson waited patiently for his client, Jake, to finish his tirade. Jake Bloom huffed and puffed in his smart business suit- his face, suffused with rage. "But Jake," Harold tried to soothe, "the charges of assault against you are... Continue Reading →

A Cloud of Sorts

Let’s talk clouds today. Not your average cotton-candy-in-the sky, but rose-tinted ones that serenade us as we fly-carpet them from upturned lips to perfect laughter. Then, there are those dark clouds heavy-laden with pain, grief and sorrow that seem to... Continue Reading →

Perfect, At All Times

Jeffrey looked anxiously behind him. Scott wasn't there! "Scott! " he whispered fiercely in the dark. No answer. Trying to keep his pulse and his steps steady, Jeffrey strode purposefully across the garden and eased himself through the gate. He... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑