Sophie Jackson
Bio
I have been working as a freelance writer since 2003. I love history, fantasy, science, animals, cookery and crafts, (to name but a few of my interests) and I write about them all. My aim is always to write factual and entertaining pieces.
Stories (27/0)
The Dead Ticket Collector
BOOM! CLATTER I awoke with a jar and sat up as my eyes flew open. The world swayed first to the left, then to the right and for an instant I could not fathom where I was. Then a loud whistle blared out and it caused me to spring to my feet and lunge for the window I saw just above me.
By Sophie Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
My Dream? Walk to Success
I have a dream. It is not world-changing, at least not for the majority, but perhaps this dream will change some lives for the better. Even if it only changes one, then I have done something. My dream? To encourage those who are less physically able to participate in dog sports, specifically dog agility.
By Sophie Jackson2 years ago in Petlife
Meg and the Midnight Owl
The first time Meg saw the owl, it was nearly midnight on October 25, 1845, and she was sitting up in her dying grandmother’s bedroom. It was a grim task for a twelve-year-old, to be asked to watch as an old woman gasped her last few breaths and passed to the next life, but the household had been struck by illness that inauspicious month and with her brothers and sisters also sick, there was no one to spare to watch grandmother pass. Except for Meg.
By Sophie Jackson2 years ago in Fiction
The Long Sleeper and the Monkey Mind
I have always been a long sleeper. Long sleeper is the term for someone who needs more sleep than most and has been that way since they were a child. A long sleeper needs 10 to 12 hours of sleep to feel fully rested, and when they don’t get this, they feel sleepy during the day.
By Sophie Jackson2 years ago in Longevity
The Evil of Lake Love
You don’t walk along the shores of Lake Love at night. At least not alone, or if you want to make it to the morning. People laugh off the stories of those who have vanished beneath its surface, suddenly gone to the depths. Swimming accidents, silly teens messing about at night near the water, they say, and pretend it is not something else. Except, every now and then the person who goes missing is not a silly teen, nor someone who would be foolish around water.
By Sophie Jackson2 years ago in Horror
A Day in the Life of a Professional Writer
I don't think I was born a writer. Being a writer requires honing a skillset, refining, learning and developing. But I do believe I was born with a desire to tell stories and that is what is at the heart of writing anything.
By Sophie Jackson3 years ago in Motivation
Like a Red Rag to a Bull
The unfortunate Judith Palmer had miscalculated when she went to cross a field while out on a pleasant summer hike. The signs for the public footpath were plain enough and she had hoisted herself over the stile without cause for concern. Once in the field, she saw that a well-worn route cut straight to the other side, where a second stile would enable her to clamber into the field beyond.
By Sophie Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of Christopher Topper's Head
The police were almost certain that the package contained the remains of Christopher Topper. Almost certain, because they never found his head and without that, the identification always had to remain slightly hazy. It was 1959 and there was no such thing as DNA testing, no means of linking one Topper with another, so they did the best they could with what they had, which proved to be a pair of legs, a torso, and a pair of arms, all dismembered and neatly arranged in a package that was then wrapped in brown paper and left at Warrington train station.
By Sophie Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
The Fall
The fall came without a warning. No wave of cataclysmic disasters to forecast the outcome. No prophets of woe stating the end was nigh. No politicians promising hope and a solution. It all happened in the proverbial blink of an eye. People went to sleep one night and when they awoke - the ones that awoke that is - the world was different.
By Sophie Jackson3 years ago in Fiction
Paper Collage Saved my Creativity
I loved doing collage as a kid. I could spend hours carefully cutting pictures out of old magazines or catalogues with a pair of scissors, and gluing them into a cheap scrapbook to create surreal images. I continued this hobby into my teens, this time my collaging revolving around boybands and other male pin-ups who were snipped out and added to diaries and notebooks to create covers and breaks between pieces of writing.
By Sophie Jackson3 years ago in Motivation