The Pearl Bond

[This story has been through a lot of drafts, mainly fixing errors in sentence structure, timing and tense.  I also took on the feedback of an editor who felt the story was too sad. I believe there is a catharsis in hopeful realism which reflects how our actions affect others.This story is one probably told, … Continue reading The Pearl Bond

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Challenge Taken

[[A challenge with the following criteria was given to me: I received this challenge from a friend. The conditions : Up to 1000 words flash fiction with the following title “ I (almost) died of boredom” in the form of a personal monologue and ending with the sentences in bold. I haven't presented them here, … Continue reading Challenge Taken

Pehlwani Potting Mix

[A weird episode paying homage to the Australian Tall Story - a true form of traditional culture down under.] Gorgeous bright tomato red orbs floated behind my eyelids. The sun-ripened ones that yield to a knife like butter and give out juicy seed-laden flavour; I dreamed of them with a longing like homesickness. They would … Continue reading Pehlwani Potting Mix

Spun Gold

[[ Here is a late Christmas story that I got distracted while developing.  I hope your new year holds recovery, healing, peace and joy. I hope you don't have too many  unpleasant challenges and when you do that you can see the silver lining, and being unafraid make those experiences part of the wonderful,unique person … Continue reading Spun Gold

Party Goers

It was last week, as far as I can ascertain, that I got angry at my silver-bodied, sapphire-eyed robotic friend. With his wide set eyes, and triangular large hooked beak above a square chest, he bore some resemblance to an eagle. I had thought he was my lifelong buddy Jack: lean and curly haired, with … Continue reading Party Goers

Eight Six Word Stories

[[ I decided to play with six  word stories. I gave them titles  but decided that might be cheating, and take away some of the enjoyment. If you do think of a catchy title, or want to send me a six word story of your own, feel free to use the comments and I will … Continue reading Eight Six Word Stories

The Bicycle Girls

One day Molly cried as she sat on her bicycle on the corner of Raglan and Urquhart Street.  “Mum”, she cried, “I hate this stupid bike.” Her knees brushed the handle bars as she cycled along.  She had overheard fifteen-year-old Nikki from next door remark, “She looks like a clown.” Molly thought Nikki was mean. … Continue reading The Bicycle Girls