Tag Archives: Supernatural Writing

An Inch a Day


I’m setting myself a challenge, because it seems every time I settle down to some artwork, writing, singing, something throws the proverbial spanner in the works. Over the past two weeks, the culprit has been Microsoft and its Windows 10 Upgrade. Continue reading

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The Naked Hero and the Red Stones


I’ve been writing about stones in recent blogs. Stones I’ve found on my new allotment plot, that, while uniformly black (more or less) on the outside, those I found split in two, revealed a wonderful interior uniqueness, like these in the picture to the left. Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge: The Elfin Ladder


The Elfin Ladder

“Look, fairy tables!”
“Agaricus arvensis, darling – horse mushrooms.”
“Safe to eat?”
“If they smell of aniseed.”
“Look, an elfin ladder!” Continue reading

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The Mysterious Matter of the Hydden Optician


In between eco printing and writing flash fiction, I’ve also been scribbling away at a trine of short stories (with illustrations – mine), that I’m going to publish shortly as an ebook. I put the finishing touches to Leaves, Three Short Tales yesterday morning and gave myself a couple of hours off to catch up with dreadful, and dreaded domestic affairs. Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge: The Grand Tour


I went travelling. The Grand Tour, they called it. All the rich young men went and marvelled at ruins, as fashion dictated. Continue reading

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The Blue’n Orange Persuasion of the Green Witch


“Who’s down the end of the boardwalk, Granpa?”
“What d’you see, son?”
“Little girl, white dress; cradling …”
“ … alligator. That be Bee, boy.”
“Bee?”
“Essie Bee.” Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction Story: The Radical Leap


The Radical Leap

We trained the dog to keep guard in the tree. He sensed their return – in advance even of me. His barking gave us time to put Sammie’s security in place. Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers: The White Feather


Every Friday from around the world writers gather at the virtual fireside of WordPress blogger Rochelle Wisoff to share flash fiction stories of 100 words, all inspired by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Story Challenge: Kiss an Angel Good Morning


Kiss an Angel Good Morning

“Darlin’! I’m just a hunka burning love for you this mornin’.”
“… sure about hunk?”
“… always joshing.”
“… new keyboard’s arrived. Oops! … ring back?”
“Oops?”
“Thing’s just switched itself on.”
“It can do that?”
“It’s playing a tune.”
Pre-programmed freebies, she supposed – at first. She picked up the phone; after – trembling – her car keys. Continue reading

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The Laurel Grove Mysteries: Flint & Feather: Scene X Edit


Flint & Feather: Scene X

She tucked away her car under the dense canopy of the towering pine. It stood on the opposite side of the narrow lane that gave access to Padraic’s garden. Better again, it was also 50 metres or so from the garden gate. It normally provided discreet cover – but not tonight. What had Ginny called it? Worm Moon. The wormy moon is full waxing, Ginny had said. The poesy of her speech was so far out of character as to sound ridiculous. She’d had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She could see some logic, for once, though. It was March. Worms would be working the soil, to stir it from its wintry sleep, awaken dormant seeds. Continue reading

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