Chapter Two – Alexander

Alexander and I were uprooted from our only home and planted, forcibly, in a house, (that will never be a home), filled with dull colours and bad imagery. Crucifixes hung in every room and a bible adorned almost every table. […]

New Story – Chapter One “Numb”

  One month earlier.   Death is a precarious thing. And yet it is not. It relies purely on chance but when it’s the end of your tether, you are ripped from yourself. My parents tether was far from finished […]

Retribution (working title)

The sound of cracking glass woke me. For a few seconds I had no idea where I was, but then I remembered headlights and swerving, and a tree. I remembered my little brother screaming. A noise so loud and sharp. […]

A short story – Gone

When reading this, if you could indulge a strange Lady and listen to this song at the same time. Of Verona – Paint the Pictures.  It helps with the setting.   The absence of sound was deafening. Victoria had expected […]

Chapter 2 – Home

I hadn’t wanted to get out of bed but I had no choice. I had a long day ahead of me. My mother wanted snacks and food for the trip and as designated chef, it was my job to cook […]

Memory Chapter 1 – Worse

​My father died four days before Christmas.  I know right, Merry fucking Christmas to me.  I remember when my mom walked into my room, tears were streaming down her face. It took a few false starts before she could tell […]

Prologue of Memory

So… I have started writing a few books. Memory is one of them. Here is the prologue. The thing about losing a loved one is that the grief never fully disappears. Sometimes everything feels okay and then suddenly, out of […]

I have a Dream

So I have this dream of being a well known and well liked author. It’s a big dream, and it might take me a while, but I will fulfill it. If you’d like to have a look at some of the things […]

Writing Prompt Tuesday.

Writing prompt Tuesday. Yes this will be my thing. Every Tuesday I will either put up a phrase or a picture aimed at giving inspiration. Today the phrase was… drum roll please… “He was a stranger to me.” I started writing three […]

I should be writing.

I know I should be writing, but this my life right now. I am at home, sick with a bronchial chest infection and I am attempting to write. Sadly though, the infection is making me a bit drowsy… so no lengthy blog post […]