FICTION: Body

You’re walking along the high street and it’s a grey day and you’re wearing your coat but you’ve unbuttoned it because you’re always too warm now. Perhaps you’re dreaming about getting away, a bit of sunshine, maybe you’ll even leave your husband behind, leave everything here.  Suddenly, you’re falling.  For a second you think you’ve…

FICTION – Workshop, piece 3

Cluedo We all picked a place, an object and a mood, these were then given out randomly and we were given fifteen minutes to write a piece from that. My prompts were – A staff room, An argument between neighbours, A chainsaw.   We had to be quiet and she didn’t get that. She was…

FICTION – Workshop, Piece 2

Using a line from our partners work we wrote another piece, I chose to write a monologue but any form was allowed. I chose the line, ‘I want to tell you about my fidgety brain.’   Oh it’s you, I’m glad you’re here. Come in. Come through, sit down. I want to talk to you….

FICTION – Workshop, Piece 1

I thought I would share the writing I came up with during the workshop last Saturday. They haven’t been edited much since the workshop, so they are a little messy. But hopefully they’re interesting. I’ll explain the activity for each as well. Cricket – We were given the first sentence and then asked to write…

FICTION: Albert and The Labrador – 1, A Visitor

The dog arrived unexpectedly and uninvited late on a Monday night, or early one Tuesday morning, depending on how you look at it. Albert lived alone, by the sea, three miles away from the nearest village. He had never really been a dog lover. Years ago, there had been a dog. A little spaniel who…

FICTION: Alone in a Crowded Bar

This isn’t the right drink. I asked for a vodka and lemonade but when I look down into my glass it’s cloudy and as much as I chase the little white straws around the glass, the clouds won’t clear. They’re talking. Voices overlapping, growing louder. Music thuds over head and underfoot, shorting the three legs…

SHORT FICTION: Sleep

I am not a good sleeper. Drifting off into a restful eight hours has never come naturally to me. I clamber into bed at night with a notebook and pen and a choice of paperbacks to keep me going. “Do you really need all of those?” “Of course.” It had become our nightly ritual. I…

FICTION: Ironing

This is a piece that I wrote during a writing workshop. During the workshop we were asked to create to characters who know each other or are related. We then had to write a conversation between these two characters in which they argue about a normal, every day thing, but are in fact arguing about…

FICTION: Barley’s Kitchen

The coffee shop sits beneath a tall building filled with offices, filled with desks at which sit men and women in suits, speaking a corporate tongue and working each day until their eyes sting from the computers and blue shadows appear beneath their eyes. The cafe is never busy, a steady stream of regulars keep…