Just another dot on the earth that wishes to entertain people through writing stories of fiction.
I love creating characters and worlds.
Space Station T.U.G. 0023
It had been three years since the accident that sent them into the clutches of space. One mistake was all it took. One mistake and their lives were changed forever.
Graves of swords and roses
Swords. Swords, swords and more swords. It was all the eye could see. Stretching for miles, they had been planted in the ground by their tip and each blade of steel had a ring of roses placed over the handle. They were like monuments and the roses were the epitaphs.
Gifts, abilities, powers - whatever you want to call them.
The zoo was what a zoo always was in the daytime – alive. Most of the noise didn't come from the animals, but the visitors. Kids screamed, adults yelled to quieten them, and the animals watched.
Beyond the Waters
“Hey, Carley,” said the mother of two, as Carley ran past. The mother was huddled against the wall with her two children sitting next to her on the torn rug. Carley politely waved back with a grand smile on her face.
Friendship is sturdier than ice
The silent lands of green were bedecked white with snow. The downfall in the night had collected itself into knolls across the plains. Where there was once a field with a circular lake, there was now a white land with frozen water.
Family emergency! Who stole my slice of cake?
Darryl had prepared himself for a well-earned rest. Watching TV with the legs up was stage one. Stage two consisted of a beverage and food. He wasn't keen on being inebriated so early on a Saturday, so he helped himself to a flavoured drink from the fridge. He had also picked up a chocolate cake from the shops on his commute from work and intended to have a slice whilst relaxing . . . but that's when things went wrong.
The broken and the unbreakable
Anna looked down the crumbling cliff of debris as her outstretched arm dangled the heart-shaped locket over the edge by the attached chain. She couldn’t see the bottom. There was a grey fog that concealed the depths like a storm cloud over an island. That was where she once roamed just one year ago. And now she’s moved up a level and there was no difference. The struggle was not worth it. She had found no one.
The field was torn and so was I. Agony littered the landscape but I could not see it. The rain touched my face but I could not feel it.