She'd made the train with minutes to spare, thankfully it wasn't full. She was easily able to find room for her suitcase and a window seat for herself. The advantage of moving to more internationally-focused hours for work, she was able to do things, like the big final move to her new home, during quiet …
Lorsan heaved the bags he was carrying onto the kitchen table and turned to retrieve the basket from Lydia, who sidestepped and put it on the table herself. He was aware of buying rather a lot, but it was rare to have a visitor and this one needed feeding up and strengthening for as long …
One of the exercises at the CityLit course I did a few weeks ago was to write a piece about only having half an hour to pack, that focused on the senses. It was my first inkling that Ally and Chris had plans to take over large portions of my brain at unexpected times. Ally …
The forest was old, revered and not one to suffer fools. Thankfully Sophia had been properly introduced before starting on its paths and it was cautiously approving. She made sure not to blunder through the overgrowth or trample fragile new flowers and the paths stayed clear of thorns, if rather narrow. She got the rather …
This came from a prompt 'the rain is full of ghosts tonight' and it turned out to be a conversation between Marcus and Sariya, with the usual interruptions. Marcus looked towards the window from his comfortable corner of the sofa, "The rain is full of ghosts tonight." "What's that supposed to mean? It's creepy." "It …
This is another round of the three doors exercise, but I forgot what the time limit was and went for fifteen minutes per door. Turns out it was only meant to be five. I like the longer one. Door 1 Walking down the hall, choosing a door at random. It's dark wood, almost black, very …
This is the first of the prequel pieces to The Wooden Chest and an early warning this story was getting ready to run away with me. The next scene (chronologically) was my first warning the characters had a lot more to share than a random shopping encounter in a field. Ally breathed deeply as she …
Lorsan looked up from the kitchen table, where he was enjoying a cup of tea before thinking about starting breakfast, "Good morning Lydia, I hope you slept well, or at least as well as might be expected in strange circumstances." "I was very comfortable, thank you. Should I return the key now?" "No need. You …
This story has a few episodes in it already, it sort of took off when I wasn't looking and I have a weird situation where I wasn't sure which scene to post first. I've gone with this one as it's the first one I wrote and has the prompt that kicked the whole thing off, …
Prompt: There is an island where all lost things end up. Today you wake up, cold and wet, on the beach of that island. Sophia shifted slightly where she lay. Whatever it was she was lying on wasn't very comfortable, it was cold, wet and scratchy. As reason began to return, she realised she was …
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