Now For Something Silly.
Flash Fiction.
This here is a little silly.
The writing exercise I
Flash Fiction
Lab Rats.
Flash Fiction.
I’m still exploring my family photographs and inventing peculiar
Moving On.
It’s been a manic few days over here in Preston Towers.
You're My Sex Bomb.
She likes Tom Jones, says he’s retro. But then she wanders
He's Not Right in the Head.
I suppose you could think of this short story as the prequel
Barnes and Clarke.
Flash Fiction.
I decided to mash two photographs together and see what
Standin theer leyke cheese at fourpence.
Flash Fiction.
Another photograph of someone I don’t know. Anybody who
Number Five.
Flash Fiction.
Her eyes tempt him. He imagines those eyes gazing at
Lorraine.
A Short Story.
His name was scrawled on the envelope. He ripped
Freshly Butchered
Here is the third in my series of fifty-word stories based
Children Should be Seen and Not Heard
Here is the second fifty word story inspired by this photograph from
I Haven't Got Time For This Nonsense
I have a plastic carrier bag full of old photographs in my