#SmallTales – W13 – BEATIFY

I have ZERO time, have some rambling. #SmallTales   We died in agony for your adoration. We burnt, we bled, we screamed, we sobbed, and murdered.  We are your gilded scapegoat and your greeting card. We are your muse, your excuse, your bloody apology. We are the living dead of your church, we are your…

globe stage from tiring house

#FairyTaleFriday – Forbidden

ENTRY TO UNAUTHORISED PERSONS IS FORBIDDEN The door is wooden, like most everything else in this theatre, but the sign is ugly plastic. I hadn’t noticed it before, maybe I’m only noticing it now because the door is open a crack, and daylight is spilling in to the sleepy tiring house. I count as an…

#SmallTales – W12 – Waste

A quick post-competition tiny story on the theme WASTE. (I’m four days late to my own party, what a surprise!) Next week’s theme is BEATIFY, why not play along? ‘What a waste.’ ‘I’m sorry?’ ‘Pardon me, dear lady, I’m being very rude. I’ve been doing this job for millennia, but I’m still not used to…

#SmallTales – W11 – RECIPE

There’s a photograph on my bedside table. It’s faded, not from age, but because I printed it on cheap home paper, and because I often run my fingers over the four faces in the silver frame. Two of those faces are gone now. I don’t keep it to enhance any melancholy, but because it reminds…

#FairyTaleFriday – Abyssinia

A #FairyTaleFriday about place, misappropriation and what’s in a name.   ‘Once upon a time, in a far away land called Abyssinia, there lived a beautiful princess. Her hair was ebony, and her-’ ‘Is that a real place or a pretend place?’ ‘Hmm? Oh, it’s real.’ ‘It’s not on the map.’ ‘that’s a globe, not…

PSA

If you come here from facebook, and something it tagged NSFW, you probably shouldn’t read it. Yes, that means you mum, no-one needs to read their daughter’s badly written porn.          

#SmallTales – W10 – Benefits

#SmallTales 1 I didn’t tell anyone this, not even my mother. I cried at all the right moments, ate my way through several rom-com stereotypes, and took smoking up again until I got bored of standing in the rain. I was, as far as anyone could see, suitably heartbroken. The photo I kept of us…

Short Story – Home // NSFW

Eve let out a surprised huff as his rough form pressed her into the kitchen counter. ‘Careful!’ She said, but she was already giggling into the salad and pushing the knife away. He rested his stubbled chin on her shoulder and smoothed his hands around her hips. ‘Are you busy, love?’ He knew she was,…

#SmallTales – W9 – Invincible

Tiny entry for my own competition #SmallTales. It exists to make people like me write a little something every week.     Sometimes I sit on the tube with my eyes screwed shut, holding my breath between stops, hoping each time that he’ll get off. It’s not his fault, the faceless strangers are harmless enough;…

#FairyTaleFriday – Warehouse

I guess my warehouse looks like a museum. There are pictures on the wall and treasures in glass cases, there are tea stained carpets underfoot, there’s even one of those signposts that tells you what you might find north by north east, past the stairs and the lectern. All museums are curated with a theme…

#SmallTales – W6 – Higher

My entry for #SmallTales. It’s not a real entry. You should play next week!   Higher They say ‘the higher you climb, the harder you fall’, and you can’t really fault their logic. But When you hit the ground, it’s gonna feel rough either way, it’s the falling I like best. It’s the in-between bits,…

Short Story: Nine Ladies Dancing

Nasty little Christmas themed story I’d forgotten about: Her arm swung clumsily in the air before falling to her side with a light thud. ‘Try again.’ Both arms lifted this time, in a gesture than would have been smooth if Elsie hadn’t dropped a string. ‘Give it to me.’ Elsie pouted and handed the strings…