Thursday 31 October 2013

Visual Dare - Parallel

It's been a while since I have written a Visual Dare, but this photo intrigued me too much to pass up!

Isabel heard her mum calling. She put a finger to her lips as she listened to her coming up the stairs. There was a tap on the door.

Isabel said, “Come in.”

Her mum’s head poked round the door. “What you doing sweetie?”

“Nothing Mama, just playing dress up.”

“I thought I heard someone talking up here? Isn’t Janet over from next door?”

Isabel pulled a face. “No, there’s no one here. It’s just me, and her.” She pointed at the mirror.

Her mum laughed. “You’re funny.”

Isabel grinned at her.

“I’m downstairs if you need me.”

“Okay mama.”

As she closed the door her mum paused. Something wasn’t right? Hadn’t only Isabel’s head turn when she’d spoken to her? She shook her head. She must be overtired. 

Isabel breathed a sigh of relief and her other half in the mirror rolled her eyes wide. They’d almost been caught. 

Wednesday 30 October 2013

Five Sentence Fiction - Determination

I couldn't resist this weeks Five Sentence Fiction. It was just asking to be written about. Enjoy!


Henry licked his paw slowly, he had time – in fact he had nothing BUT time.

He flicked a glance at the hole, having seen movement at the edge his vision; the retraction of a whisker. It had seen him, he knew it, but it didn’t matter, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, well only to check out his food bowl, although if his human spotted him they might be helpful and leave it close by, within chase range.

Henry paused, tongue out, his tail the only thing moving as it snaked its way up and down. This little mouse wasn’t going to get the better of him – oh no.

Monday 28 October 2013

Mating - MWBB - Winner!

This was my first Mid-Week Blues-Buster in several weeks, and the second I heard the song the story appeared. I love it when that happens. And it clearly works too as it earned me a winner! I haven't been ranked in the Top 3 for a couple of months now, so I am stoked about that! Have a read.

The prompt song this week was:
 Howlin’ For You, by The Black Keys
The white line in the middle of the road kept him on track. His brain couldn’t compute much else in the darkness; it was mush after seeing her.

With each white streak thoughts came to him, images of how he would get her, how he would have her; he knew he could do it. A smile crept across his face. His incisors touched his bottom lip for the first time in months, and he looked up, seeing the road for the first time, tires screeching as he did a U-turn.

He hoped she would still be walking. She always did when spending the night at Duke’s shed. She couldn’t stand to get in a car when she was drunk, made her queasy she said.

He passed the bar, the external lights not quite reaching the road, and slowed down, seeing figures walking on either side of the street. Then he spotted her, striding ahead of the rest.

He reduced to a crawl and ran along the curb, rolling down his window. She flicked a glance his way.

“What do you want Dean?”

He bit his tongue over the obvious single word answer, and grinned at her.

“Come get in the car, Darleen.”

She laughed at the sky as she walked, her hair flying back. He wanted to wrap his hands in it and draw her into him.

“You know that ain’t gonna happen, Dean.”

He glanced in the rear view mirror. He couldn’t see anyone close by, so he mounted the sidewalk in front of her, leaning over to open the passenger door; letting it swung out in front of her.

She stopped raising her hands as though touching it would get her all dirty. He would love to get her dirty.

“You know you want to Darleen.”

That laugh again - he wanted her. 

She stepped off to the side, planning to walk round. He growled under his breath and leapt out of the car. This time there was a look of fear and he felt a surge run through him like someone had plugged him in. He liked it, but he stayed by the door not wanting her to run; that wasn’t how he wanted this to go.

“Arh, come on Darleen. You know me, I ain’t gonna do anything spooky. I just thought it’d be cool to take a ride. Go look at the moon over the ridge. Maybe have a smoke.”

This last brought a raised eyebrow. He knew she liked having a smoke; they’d been stoned a few times - but always in a group. He could see her wavering. He turned, putting a foot back inside.

“Come on, Darleen. Please?”

She shrugged. “Oh what the hell. It’d better be good shit.”

“Don’t worry, it is.”

Once she was settled in he pulled out, doing another U-turn back the way he came. He could smell her musky sweet scent and he shifted in his seat, itching to reach over and touch her.

They chit chatted over the night in the bar, then silence fell as they came up the rise of the road and the moon came into view. It was fat tonight and he felt his ears twitch. Behind glass he was safe.

He pulled off onto the rocky track, driving to the look out. She sighed as it came into view.

He pulled up, the moonlight streaming in like a false daylight. He had no trouble skinning up without the lights on and they smoked in silence.

She opened her door first, arching her back as she got out. He imagined running his fingers down her spine. As his feet touched the ground he could feel the ripple. He arched as he stood too.

When he turned and looked at her across the roof of the car he smiled. His incisors enlarged, and he knew that he displayed the same yellow eyes that reflected back at him. Her laugh was raspy.

“I knew it! Get over here now!”

Her demand caused him to howl and she joined him as he scampered round to her.

Onlookers would think they were seeing two wolves mating that night, but they knew the truth.


Daily Picspiration - No.10 - Final episode - Outcome

My fortnightly Daily Picspiration was posted yesterday.

I had planned for this to be the final episode of my serialisation - not because the story is complete, it isn't - in fact there is a whole lot more - but because I didn't want to continue. I wanted readers to enjoy my Daily Picspiration pieces without feeling they had to go back and read all the other entries first.

It was extremely hard to bring this photo in, but neither of the photos for this one helped me with what I planned to write - and that there was another reason for ending the story, I wanted to write what the picture inspired me to write, not try and fit it into another story.

So enjoy the final episode of this mini serial. You can read 'Outcome' here.

Friday 25 October 2013

Five Sentence Fiction - Malice

  Lillie McFerrin Writes

I'm a bit late with this, as it is last weeks Five Sentence Fiction, but I couldn't resist this picture, so had to write for it.


With each strike of the mallet she felt her rage quell; the thump of the glass as it caved in leaving her feeling satisfied.

But with the rage dissipated the sick feeling of loss replaced it, and the rip of each piece of duck tape felt like a strand of her heart.

She stuck it on the windscreen, shaping the words while tears rolled down her face. She picked at the glass to give it form, wondering if he would understand it or just be enraged.

As she shuffled off the bonnet the sound of her sobs reached her ears and bitterness grew once more, this time only releasing with the hiss of air as she let down the tires for good measure.  

Friday 11 October 2013

Published in 100 Doors to Madness!
In the summer I submitted a 100 word piece of flash for this anthology run by Forgotten Tombs Press. I didn't receive any kind of confirmation initially so didn't expect to hear anything further, but a few weeks after the deadline I received an email to tell me my piece had been accepted. I was overjoyed!

And it turns out that two other of my writing friends also had their submission accepted - Susi Holliday and J. Whitworth Hazzard, which is brilliant too! Couldn't be happier to be published alongside them.

It is available in print and in ebook and you can buy it any of these places.

Amazon US:
Amazon UK: