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Short Stories

Name it, keep it

On 31st January 2020

Would you like to know how Mary Ellen came to own all the snowdrops in the world? It was a gloriously sunny day in February. We were walking along the path that led into town. The one that went through…

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The Gift

On 7th December 2019

I’m thrilled to announce that I’m included amongst the writers who contributed to this anthology of poetry and prose fiction about the big and small gifts of life. Here is the description from Amazon: Inside you will find poems, pictures…

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Artistic licence

On 12th October 2019

This short story was written in response to a writing prompt ‘The Signature’. The setting sprang from a recent holiday on the Fife coast. I’ve no idea how Terrance sprang from my imagination, but I hope you enjoy this little…


Reset by grace

On 28th September 2019

Another poem written in response to a prompt. This time it was to write on the topic of ‘Default setting’. The image is courtesy of an artist called Gloria on Pixabay.   My default setting Anger, red raw. Rage at…


Awaiting the flip

On 31st May 2019

This rhyming poem was written in response to a poetry prompt ‘In a field’. Google leads to some strange and, occasionally, scarey places when researching for inspitation!   North is north and south is south In the cradle of Earth’s…

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A grand design

On 24th May 2019

This short story was written in response to the single word prompt of ‘Rome’ and the challenge to tell a tale in 1200 words. Hunting around for ideas I was surprised to discover Rome had its very own pyramid built…


Born an original

On 21st March 2019

Today is World Poetry Day, so here is an offering in celebration of poets and writers around the world.   I was born an original But became a chameleon Because I felt naked When so delicately clothed In the unique…


The life and times of a letter box

On 15th March 2019

When challenged to write a poem on the colour red I recalled a letter box I’d seen embedded in the wall of an old post house in Scotland. I’ve taken liberties with the location to create a rhyme. Hopefully I…

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