Greatness comes in many forms. Some less obvious than others.

Sometimes no matter where you run there is no escape...

A moral tale.

BIG BULL BALZAC bellows - 'I'll break the back of any Belgian bastard who belittles my character.'

...

What is escape? Is escape possible? _______________________________

not sure, what category would you give it?

Bumping into an ex is never easy. A duel perspectives on the encounter.

Strange, how scent can be so evocative.

What is an idea worth? _________________________________________

A recycled and revised short.

An epic battle between Man and Dragon (sort of).

'well, I was there when Vera Lynne shat herself on stage,' he said

First love, the most poignant of all.

Because you never lose it.

A gifted young aboriginal boy’s coming of age in 1900’s Canada./ Colonialism vs. pioneer spirit./ Indian residential schools./ Attempted cultural destruction./ Young love vs. parental ambitiion./ Alcoholism & drug abuse./ PTSD & depression./ Rehab & redemption./ Native spiritualism & Christianity./

another one about nothing much at all...

A legacy of war.

For the Prose Workshop Challenge. Rita drives the miniature train around the model village.

This is my story in response to the prompt in the Prose Workshop Challenge forum. It's a very simple little piece, but I know that some of you like that sort of thing. Fingers crossed that you'll like this one.

For the prose workshop challenge, as inspired by Pablo Neruda's poem of the same name.

This is NaNoWriMo 2011 unedited, so be warned! The third part of five that makes up Chapter 5. (I know have been a bit slow and lazy adding these recent updates and that no one is reading anymore, but I will endeavor to complete this task and upload the entire first draft to UKA.) :-)

The alternate universe in the mirror.

For the Prose Workshop Challenge.

A fun write....

Why would someone do something like that?

A claw, nah, throw it back in the box, this job requires a mash

The Knowledge - it's what all proper cabbies need, and also what their fares need when they're being taken for a ride...

November 9th

Someone has cleaned the city of undesirables and events have taken a strange turn.

Another one about nothing at all...

A sort of deconstructed Nativity Play

For this weeks challenge.

Thins to be avoided

For my stuff I think I need a new category: 'Odd stories about not very much that sort of are interesting but not everyone's cup of tea.'

Another Chapter from my work in progress -The East Neuk Rifles. It is in rough draft shape!

If you haven't read Part 1 of this stop now and read Part 1. I mean it! If you have read Part 1, I don't have much to add. Enjoy Part 2 I guess,

I'm out of the prose workshop challenges for the time being whilst I work on a bigger project. So in the interests of solidarity, mutual motivation or sumfink, here's a bit of the bigger project. For anyone who read earlier bits it's Angela talking. Not sure how productive comments will be, following Blue's input, but feel free to make them if you have any.

Sidney is one of the "Special Angels".

anything for Wilson?

For the prose workshop challenge. Based on a picture of a waterfall.

This is NaNoWriMo 2011 unedited, so be warned! The second part of five that makes up chapter 5.

A "sick and intriguing take on the zombie story." Twenty-somethings Ray, Stacy, Robby, Samone, Tony, and Clarence continue their desperate fight to save a small Missouri city from a horde of horny undead. Warning: very disturbing images depicted.

An Epic poem which is true (x Honest x )

The Evils of Alcohol

Bette Davis Eyes

Wrong End of The Stick

This is NaNoWriMo 2011 unedited, so be warned! The first part of five that makes up chapter 5.