REVIEW: If We Were Villains, M.L. Rio

Every so often a book comes along that you just HAVE to read. With If We Were Villains all of the shouts of ‘Donna Tartt’ and ‘A new Secret History’ meant I was desperate to read  this book, but also a little hesitant. The Secret History comparison must have felt like a blessing and a curse to…

Angels and Bridges: Time

This piece is inspired by Gibside in Northumberland. I hope you enjoy reading. In the autumn the sky was pushed out by red leaves, thick and heavy, weighed down by the Northumberland rain. In his wellies and coat he liked the nip of the wind from the high trail where you could step to the…

FICTION: Music 2 – Performance and Cocktails, Stereophonics

This is part two of my project in which I write a series of vignettes inspired by an album. Each vignette is a song. I had to pick a Stereophonics album for this because they are a band that had a massive influence on me and my family. Many of my memories are attached to music…

Short Fiction: Drafts 1

At the moment I am slowly working on my dissertation for my Creative Writing MA. I am playing around with different images and have ended up with quite a few pieces of writing that I am proud of but that won’t end up in my final dissertation. I thought it would be nice to share…

FICTION: Music 1 – Ultraviolence

For a long time my writing has been influenced by music. I had an idea a while ago, to write a series of vignettes for an album. There would be a vignette for each song, then in editing I would cut down to the songs that feel relevant to the finished story. This way I can write…

FICTION: Digging

As a child she had liked to go to the beach. A bucket and spade under each arm, swaying from side to side with her ambling steps, legs not quite long enough but growing all of the time. Green coat, yellow wellies and her parents hovering at either side. Baby swinging on mammys hip, seagulls…

FICTION: The Journey

I’m ready for school. My homework is done and my bag was packed last night to stop me forgetting anything and now, me and dad are in the kitchen waiting for Mam to finish making our packed lunches. Dad is jangling the keys in his hand, a habit he has when he’s getting impatient and…

Albert and The Labrador – 3, Mrs Bromley

Albert was just cutting his fish into small, bite size pieces for the dog when the door was flung open and in came a great gust of wind, along with a woman dressed in red tea dress, red high heels and red lip stick. Her greying brunette hair was in curls that were coming apart…

FICTION: The Chair

“Sometimes it’s best not to dwell on things.” “That’s what you think?” She shrugs, twisting at a thread come loose on her knee length denim skirt. Out of fashion even on her skinny, models frame. “That’s what I feel.” “Feel?” She looks at him with wary brown eyes that buckle underneath revealing wrinkles too deep…

FICTION: Albert And The Labrador 1- Cod and Chips for One and a Dog

Albert spent that first night with the dog sitting downstairs in his armchair. The dog paced about for a while and then came to sniff his slippers, spinning three and a half times on the spot before lying down, nose tucked between Alberts feet. The dog took a deep breath that shuddered through his body,…