Denise Larkin
Bio
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
Stories (140/0)
Cindy's Luck
"I've won!" Cindy collapsed in joy on the boutique floor after briefly glancing at the winning lottery numbers on her cheap mobile phone. Finally, her luck had arrived. Now she could relax and give up her job as a cleaner at her step-sisters' boutique.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
Handy Tips When Writing Short Fiction
Do you want to write short fiction that stands out? When I attended creative a writing class, I was taught some tips on how to make your short fiction story more readable and interesting to readers. Here are some ideas and tips if you want to start writing short fiction stories.
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Education
A Wife's Dilemma
A calming sensation in my shoulders from kneading the round dough was helping me to forget the dilemma I had with my husband. Stress baking was a kind of relaxation for me. Cooking cake after cake dripping in melted chocolate had become a meticulous hobby of mine but it also made me feel peaceful plus it had become a lifelong career. It cured me of my devastating mind as I sprinkled flour over the dough and continued to roll it. Then the doorbell chimed, making me jump. I rinsed the white powdery flakes from my hands under the cold running water and dried them with a tea towel. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at my disheveled self. My long black hair was tangled and a mess as it fell in curls down my back. I hadn't bothered to comb it today or fix it. My black dress flowed down to my ankles revealing pink toenails in flip flops. I had known that this day would come. I opened the door to see a woman dressed in a blue suit.
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Fiction
The Convent Affair
Trapped in a convent for girls in Southern Ireland in-the-midst of World War Two where the abuse of the nuns and the carnage I endured had weighed on my thin bony shoulders. The foul whipping was nothing compared to what came next. I was finishing up my cleaning chores when I heard screaming. It was raining heavily. I squinted as I tried to see through a window. The rain hit the glass, smearing it with condensation. I heard a screeching yell. I picked up the candle and opened the heavy black steel door. I peered outside. Quietness greeted me except for the prattling of the rain hitting the ground. I shivered as cold wetness fell onto my face. I wanted to see what was going on so I grabbed some black wellingtons that belonged to the nuns and fetched a torch.
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Fiction