Liz Sinclair

Joined February 2021

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Amateur historian who loves travel and lives in Asia. I write 'what-if' historical stories, speculative fiction, travel essays and haiku.

Twitter: @LizinBali. LinkedIn: sinclairliz

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The Red Cloak
A long time ago, in a country far across the ocean, there lived a girl named Robin. Robin lived with her mother and father in a small cottage, in a small village, on the edge of an immense forest.
By Liz Sinclair12 months ago in Fiction
A Sticky Situation
Danny (pre-law) was the one who suggested the heist. We gotta top last year’s senior prank. Avram's Dad works for Singapore Police in the theft and fraud division. Low crime doesn’t mean no crime. Last week, the police intercepted an illegal shipment brought in from Malaysia, racking up several high-profile arrests in the process. The contraband is sitting in the police evidence room until the trial.
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Nuns on the Run
The Mother Superior watches calmly as the bishop’s face goes pink. “This convent belongs to the Church,” he says. She thinks, You banned new recruits to our order so we’d die out and the Church could take what the Poor Clares built up over centuries. You’re a corrupt, greedy man.
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Fade to Grey
The first time someone walked into her, Michelle didn't think much of it. Rush hour. Crowded subway platform. "Looking at his phone," she thought.
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Grandpa's Stash
"So, Grandpa, this cash you're talking about. Do you remember where you put it?" asked Harry. "Oh yes, it's come back to me now. Clear as day. I put it in the ... "
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Near Miss
Clark was in shock. His heart was racing. Stay calm, he thought. “Repeat that,” he said. “I’ve primed all nuclear warheads, “said the AI. It sounded plaintive, childish.
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
The Thief
Winded, he ran on. He leaped over tree roots. He could hear his pursuers close behind him. Dry branches snapped, feet pounded the earth. Dogs howled.
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Paul Quit His Job
Paul’s boss: The team won't be the same without you. You’re our top worker. Paul’s wife: You did what? Without talking with me?
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Dear Mum
Dear Mum, Nothing prepared me To lose you. I thought nine months was long enough, To get it through my head.
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
Night's Nocturnes
Nightfall, numerous nocturnal nomads now navigate night's nooks, niches, negotiate nebulous networks, nimbly, neatly, noisily, never napping, nearly nonstop,
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
To sleep, perchance to dream
Spent, sapped, she slips sighing, sylvan shape separating silky satin sheets, satisfyingly solaced, she surrenders.
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
Gossip
Our lives can be so full of chatter, We gossip and chitchat and natter. The stories we tell, Rarely paint people well,
By Liz Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets

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Stories (66/0)

The Red Cloak

A Sticky Situation

Nuns on the Run

Fade to Grey

Grandpa's Stash

Near Miss

The Thief

Paul Quit His Job

Dear Mum

Night's Nocturnes

To sleep, perchance to dream

Gossip

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