Angels and Bridges: Time

This piece is inspired by Gibside in Northumberland. I hope you enjoy reading. In the autumn the sky was pushed out by red leaves, thick and heavy, weighed down by the Northumberland rain. In his wellies and coat he liked the nip of the wind from the high trail where you could step to the... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Drafts 1

At the moment I am slowly working on my dissertation for my Creative Writing MA. I am playing around with different images and have ended up with quite a few pieces of writing that I am proud of but that won't end up in my final dissertation. I thought it would be nice to share... Continue Reading →

FICTION: Digging

As a child she had liked to go to the beach. A bucket and spade under each arm, swaying from side to side with her ambling steps, legs not quite long enough but growing all of the time. Green coat, yellow wellies and her parents hovering at either side. Baby swinging on mammys hip, seagulls... Continue Reading →

FICTION: The Journey

I'm ready for school. My homework is done and my bag was packed last night to stop me forgetting anything and now, me and dad are in the kitchen waiting for Mam to finish making our packed lunches. Dad is jangling the keys in his hand, a habit he has when he's getting impatient and... Continue Reading →

FICTION: The Chair

"Sometimes it's best not to dwell on things." "That's what you think?" She shrugs, twisting at a thread come loose on her knee length denim skirt. Out of fashion even on her skinny, models frame. "That's what I feel." "Feel?" She looks at him with wary brown eyes that buckle underneath revealing wrinkles too deep... Continue Reading →

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