Frustration, jealousy, intrigue, re-invention, mortification, rage, despair.....and a quiet day in the library.

Another gripping thriller from the mistress of suspence herself...Jackie Blissett. Just Joking!

The economy is in crisis! Who can help?!

... until the last book is burned.

The world is disjointed for me at the moment. There are snatches of parts of images that stick to me like unoticed ejections of snot. This 'poem' that I have left, quite obviously in the flash fiction section, is all about these things.

I've deleted all the Stan Seagrave stuff, but I thought I'd post this piece from later on in the saga as it's seasonal.

Would she wake up and see the truth?

Sharna is an underling, she brings a message from another world

Seven crosses in a notebook, seven circles on a map of Paris. But what does it mean?

If the BBC isn't going to bother with historical accuracy, why should we? Let's make this boring history stuff relevant! And here's a sneak preview of the next blockbusting series...

I don't think that this is really erotica...but I slipped it in anyway.

a re-jigged oldie ... (used by a banjo workshop in the US on its website).

Whilst out shopping 5 days before Christmas, Annie - a widow - hears a flute tune being played in the midst of the High Street crowd. She recognises the tune as one her late husband used to whistle. She is anxious to find out what the tune is called and she tries to locate the busker, but without success. On her way back home, she stumbles across a Christmas Tree outside a greengrocer's shop. She hasn't bothered with a tree since she's lived alone, but the greengrocer convinces her to have it.

There's no excuse for not living again.

The road to Bistriza

Young boys and cars, a recipe for carnage.

The first part of a children's Christmas story I wrote a couple of years ago. The intended age range was roughly 8 to 12 - though it also seems to be popular with the over-70s for some reason!

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This story isn't exactly 'flash fiction', but it's fiction all the same so here we go.

THe story of Janus - space ship sandwich construction technician.

What it's like to be interrogated in a Bulgarian prison

Old and revisited.

A couple of years ago, I started writing a novel featuring many characters and viewpoints. The characters all lived in one area, but were unknown to one another. Their lives overlap on a particular day, though, in ways that bring significant changes to all of them. Unfortunately, it didn't get far... though it's still on the back burner. This is one of the early chapters.

You know that phrase, 'You're in denial'? Well, I'm bloody well not, OK? ('Aha, so you ARE in denial then.') This sketch is about that.

Do you believe in destiny?

A short story which could be made shorter, but I quite like its repetition.

A short story

A single father plans for his children's' visit at Christmas. He misses them since they live up north and he lives in Arizona. He plans to light a Palm tree with chili peppers. He also plans to share his PROJECT with them.

Would my birthday present from Sam decide our future? Read 750 words to find out!

They are three people now. Three people together.

Here's a piece of nonsense I had some fun with. Guess I read too much Bukowski... but then, there's too much Bukowski to read...

If you're thinking of selling your soul to the Devil then it's only natural that you'd want a preview of your future home- a property viewing of hell... This is a follow up to the tomfoolery that was 'The Council of Women' but the idea came about following another one of those wide-ranging 2 a.m night shift conversations. (Edited 25.11.08 and now written in the first person...)

Where do you draw the line between comedy and, er, non-comedy? That's the idea I'm playing about with here. It's also a custard pie epic.

Sib and Bill come over for a beer and a smoke, and when the beer’s gone we switch to the wine and we talk about suicide. Sib starts it because Sib’s like that.

A butterfly emerges from a dried out husk... Hahahaha I cant believe I just wrote that!

One of my short American pieces. Just a bit of nonsense...

The first piece I have written in a good 5 months. Trying to get back into the saddle.

I bet you've all worked with colleagues who have really got under your skin. Ever thought about just coming in to work one day and finishing them off? No, me neither, obviously. An edit of a piece first posted here nearly 5 years ago...

okay, firstly, sorry its been a while since i posted. Also this is a BIG chapter with lots of action and story developments. The friends, the police and CityCorp are heading for a big showdown and nobody is safe.

"And Mr. James Whistler, too. He's a favorite of yours I know."

My attempt for the prose workshop November challenge: a character who is thoroughly good but still interesting. I don't know if either description applies but at least I've tried!

As a change from 'Stan', I thought I'd post one of my recent short stories. It's not quite right yet, but it's getting there...

You haven't suffered my poetry for some time now, so here is one for Remembrance Day, inspired in part by the diaries of my great uncle who died at the age of 19 on the Somme and who has no known resting place.

This feels unfinished, but my muse deserted me. It's about a bad thing happening to a good person.

Last chapter of Kaela. Once I've collected together all comments from here, I will start redrafting the story. Thank you for taking the time to read it, everyone. I appreciate your comments.

Romantic journey through the Balkans for Millena. Only problem - the dishy Cyril is the son of her murdered sister's lover.

Apologies for my lax posting, you’ll be hearing more from me soon I promise. This is a short story stemming from a workshop trigger exercise. We were given a title and this is the result.

We were younger, more flexible ... and eager to try new things.