Short Story: The Nowhere House

This was given as homework on my course. Write about this picture? This trip was not fun, I was feeling truly glum, The rain was pouring down upon my head. My dad was rushing, I tried not fussing, as we both got more and more wet. I could see a house Ahead not too far. … Continue reading Short Story: The Nowhere House

Short Story: No Longer Waiting!

It was everything I had imagined. I was shattered, but in the best way. For I was now Mrs Amelia Garrison-Diamond. The sun was a combination of oranges, pink, reds, amber's and yellow, as drawn was breaking and the sun was now starting to ascend in the tranquil morning sky bringing in another beautiful day … Continue reading Short Story: No Longer Waiting!

The Muse Prt2 – Danielle

Danielle! You're going to be late for college "Are you ready?" " I'm leaving!" "Ruth wait?" "I'm coming! " "it's only 8.30, what's the rush?" "I told you, I have a meeting at 9.30 so I need to drop you off first!" "It's fine...... my first class is at 9.15." "You are always rushing! Even … Continue reading The Muse Prt2 – Danielle

The Drive – Short Story

Her heart was racing. She was so livid she could hardly find the words to speak. "Where are you going?" "Maddie..........did you hear me?" She raged from inside the kitchen. "Out!" Maddie retorted. It's as much as she could bring herself to say. With that she snatched her bag from off the hallway table, hitting … Continue reading The Drive – Short Story

Short Story: Cuban Heels – Prt 2

Part Two 'Good morning Ms Monero, you come for breakfast?' It was Anh, my favourite waitress. She was always so politely and had a genuine warmth for people because she loved people and hospitality came naturally to her.  She had her hair in a tight, immaculate bun and she always wore just the right amount … Continue reading Short Story: Cuban Heels – Prt 2

Short Story: Cuban Heels

Part One It was now my first whole day on my holiday and I was in the holiday mood. Totally relaxed, knowing my days were totally mine, to do with as I chose over the next month. The hotel itself was beautiful. I was very happy with my choice, given, I had done the minimum … Continue reading Short Story: Cuban Heels

Writing Challenge: Object – The Walking Stick

As I waited to speak to Alison the receptionist, a simple wooden walking stick caught my eye as it stood in the corner of the hotel reception room propped against the white wall behind the desk. How long it had been there was anyone's guess as I could see a thin coat of powdery grey … Continue reading Writing Challenge: Object – The Walking Stick

Short Story: Jamaica Drifting

It was another humid day. The sky was blue, the sun sat high in the noon-day sky, and the heat felt divine on my skin. I could hear Harry Belafonte singing in my head. Oh island in the sun....... Which was enough, of what was really quite an old song to be going around my … Continue reading Short Story: Jamaica Drifting