Dance Of The Dragonfly
Inspired from a creative writing course prompt, this was the first poem I had written in years, and is about the lifecycle of a fascinating insect. ‘A legacy from prehistoric times, beautiful and brightly coloured.’...
Blackley Heights
It was the morning after Shari and Michael had argued, and his side of the bed was cold when she woke up. It was less than twelve hours since arriving, so they weren’t off to...
The Lavender Maiden
Harriet tied ribbons of the frilled-edged pinafore around her waist and frowned as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the attic window. The outfit was prissy and much too childish for a fourteen-year-old....
The Pointing Finger
Saffron turned the woodcut over in her hand, running her finger along the carved contours. The printing design wasn’t to her liking, but she couldn’t resist a bargain, and this little gem had only cost...