Blog, Twitter Fiction

Free Write: Discovered

1 Feb , 2017  

Hidden. Your eyes ache with the pressure of the dark.


Twitter Fiction

Micro Fiction: Until Death Us Do Part

18 Jan , 2014  

He folded banknotes with a mind to folding on his marriage. Ow! A paper cut. Like that first night. Gun shots, sirens. Ah, memories.

Twitter Fiction

Micro Fiction: A Perfectly Polite Murderer

14 Jan , 2014  

The nurses all agreed how nice Frank was. Then they read about the murder charge. He still holds the door open. They tend to run through.

Twitter Fiction

Micro Fiction: The Story So Far

13 Jan , 2014  

Over the past few weeks I’ve been publishing microfiction. These pieces are stories in themselves, some funny, others weepy, all of them lovingly crafted. As some of you had guessed though, there is a larger narrative at work. With me having had a break for the holidays, now is as good a time as any […]

Twitter Fiction

The Last Signal

17 Dec , 2013  

They listened until the last signal cut out. Then they ate each other. He wondered if we’re only human when the world is watching.

Twitter Fiction

Flash Fiction: The Eye of the Flower

13 Dec , 2013  

Amid the rare and terrible fear he felt, there was something almost gorgeous: his time was passing, falling, fading, but now he knew his smallness. For the first time, he knew the eye of the flower.

Twitter Fiction

Flash Fiction: Outsourcing the Dying Bit

9 Dec , 2013  

“I’m not above dying,” he croaked, applying his makeup by grace of the laptop screen. “I just wish I could outsource it.”

Twitter Fiction


2 Dec , 2013  

No one in life is ever truly gone, they told him. Well, he’d realised that. Replacements were everywhere. How devastating.

Twitter Fiction

Religious Insight

25 Nov , 2013  

  The priest watched the dying man, hoping for a clue.  

Twitter Fiction

Today’s Flash Fiction: The Funeral Invite

22 Nov , 2013  

Today’s flash fiction is entitled “The Funeral Invite”: She pondered: What paper was appropriate for a funeral invitation? Bank statement white! That’s how he’d want to be remembered.