All About Eve - Part 4
Eve stepped gingerly across the large flat rocks in the river just up from the bridge. She sat down on the largest rock and took out her lunch from her favourite leather carryall. She sat with her feet in the cool water. She was looking towards the bridge, and about to take a bite of her sandwich, when she saw what she thought was, at first, a cloud of gnats hovering a few feet above the bridge. She looked more closely and realized it wasn’t insects that were moving, it was the air and it was shimmering as if the air was hot. She hadn’t seen this since the last time she saw the strange tall man. As if on cue, as she looked at the shimmering patch of air. She saw the man with the long smoking jacket appear on the bridge just behind the shimmer. The man stared at her and she stared back. She didn’t move, remembering every other time she had gone to speak to the man up close, she had been hit by the blinding pain in her head.
All About Eve - Part 5
Before the sun had begun to brighten the cold October sky Paul and Eve stood at the metal door leading to the morgue behind the police station. This time Paul came into the morgue with Eve and stayed, not going back out to wait in the hall. Paul pulled on the metal drawer and the body covered in a white sheet rolled out.
Martin Knightsbridge lives underground in a city that is segregated depending on what part of ‘The Tree’ you were born. Born in The Roots, he has never been to ‘The Branches’. Where there’s a will...
From the Ashes
The tall stone building stained dark with age stood out like a beacon among the squat white buildings of the surrounding city. Rue shivered as she walked past it and pulled the thin, long sleeved workman's shirt tightly around her. She glanced up at the gargoyle perched on a column on one side of the church's large wrought iron gate. Wings splayed, one clawed arm reached down towards the pavement where she stood, as if the creature meant to take a step off its resting spot and pounce on anyone unlucky enough to be underneath it. Its mate, on the other large column on the other side of the entrance gate had long since disappeared, destroyed either by age, or the war. All that remained of it was a segment of the arm that rested on its platform, and its two stubby clawed feet.
‘Next!’ yelled Rhiannon as she pulled the massive leather bound book closer to her. A man walked up to the table. ‘Are you new or old?’ she asked the man.
When Your Muse Abandons You
Back in the fall of 2015, I was writing my National Novel Writing Month novel for the 6th year in a row, and as with the previous 5 years, I was confident I would be a winner (I normally end up writing about 80,000 words which is 30k over the 50k goal you need to reach to be declared a winner of NaNoWriMo).
Helping Mental Health - One Edit at a Time
I’m a big lover of psychology (having taken it in university as part of my Criminology degree, along with various psychology diplomas and certificates later on - thanks Covid pandemic and online learning!), as I’m a lifelong learner. And importantly mental health seems to be at the forefront of the societal psyche at the moment (which is great for helping to end the stigma of mental health issues and conditions).
Radio Silence - part 3
MELANIE Melanie stared at herself in the small bathroom mirror. The bags under her eyes seemed even darker than the day before.