This is a surreal story that follows the surreal path a young man takes when his mother passes away unexpectedly.

When Marian died someone sent me a prayer...

A short tale of coincidence and its effect on a guy who thought he had it all figured out.......

What lurks at the bottom of the sea...

The smell invaded and occupied his nose as soon as he set foot in the garden.

So desperate was I to read another of Shadow’s stories about Sirs Kevin and Eustace and the Dragon Snowdrop. I wrote one myself!

My first poem in english... please comment

Chapter One of the novel Emma Boleyn, introducing Sonia and the death of a child.

It was my Thirtieth birthday today, but of course there was no card from you.

slice of life......may offend

Terry looked wistfully through the window at the other children playing outside in the snow and gave a heavy sigh.

I woke up with none of that usual early morning lethargy.

There had always been a king in Orrumey - but for how much longer?

The next time a kid tells you about their invisible friend, it might be better to pay attention.....

I am sorry for hurting you like that.

The latest instalment of Janet and John: a bit late.

My dearest Clarissa,

She probed her depression gingerly, the way one might investigate a tender bruise to the temple.

A nurse called Jasmine, a patient with the same name, both of them drowning. What secrets do they share?

“Come on Sarah, time for bed.” said Rosemary, gently patting Sarah’s leg as she lay curled up next to her on the couch.

Linda was more excited than she had been for ages, more even, than the time she watched Ricky Martin in concert, though admittedly less moist.

Shady needed to find somewhere to live fast.

I know this one's just a teeny bit morbid, but it niggled at me after going to one of those sites that tells you when you're going to die.

Sabrina lay on a lounger by the pool.

The story of the supernatural journey of my heart from nothingness to the Promised Land

"Sometimes you know," said Romeo, reflectively scratching his armpit while reaching for the bottle of beer on the coffee table in front of him, "I wonder whether it was such a good thing that she woke up when she did and everyone came in to stop us topping ourselves."

A poem that rhymes, now what shall I rhyme?
A ditty for children to skip
I’ll rhyme for a time, it will not be a crime
If you’ll twined your rope and not trip

Do unto others.
Easy to say.
Easy to try and be nice today.

I think I love you
Better come meet the parents
I knew it was love.

Dear God I wanted to write to you, to ask you who I am,

Elaine is wrestling with a map in the passenger seat, trying to trace her finger towards where the Hertz girl marked an X this morning.

Story about typical chaotic family life

A satirical essay on people and events in the Bible.

Athletes show what their real priorities are.

A satire on executives in the automotive industry.

Somebody challenged me to write 1000 words on a "Heart Warming" family theme, I chose an old family story, set it into a Christmas context and unashamedly mawkish sentimental predicatable story line, just to prove I can do more than mud stories. I was more impressed that I got it to exactly 1000 words. All character and location names are ficticious blah blah blah

Excerpt from the novel "Teacher." Continuing story of Gigi and Mickey. Falls between "Gigi" and "The Wedding."

The question is: Where will they meet this week? At the Hotel Metropole of course.

A satire on professional sports.

A satire on people who play the lottery.

It doesn't matter how careful you are or how good your motives.


When I first wrote this I committed the cardinal error of changing the character's name halfway through

Davie trudged along the road to school, it was cold - bitterly cold – and raining, not hard but steady like, he was in no rush to get there.

He walked into the house his face set, features grim.

“Hello love, did you have a nice time at Nanna’s? How is she? I do hope she’s beginning to settle now.”

We face many crossroads in life, some we remember and some never leave us.

Cora stirred as the unrelenting shouts from her two year old daughter permeated through her sleep. Looking at the clock she saw it was only 6am.

A five minute tale....christmas tearjerker kinda thing

“God and chips, flurry and fleas. Cuckoo.”