His hair was ink black. It moved like a feather in the water and clung in tufts when it hit the air. I sat with my feet in the pool, flicking my cigarette ash into the aqua blue, watching the sun catching the delicate droplets of water on his back. His pale skin glowed […]
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Doing what you love on International Women’s Day | A short story
Today we celebrate the ladies. And to honour International Women’s Day I am paying attention to myself, or more importantly, the reason I was put on this crazy little planet. Because it’s easy as a creative to get caught up in the daily grind of trying to make money and chasing every little job that’ll pay […]
Literary Lion. Call out.
Wordsmiths ahoy! In my hasty move over to wordpress.org, I Smith Words fell off the WP reader for all my lovely loyal followers, and hence none of you have been seeing the lion’s posts! I hope you are now reading me loud and clear and you’re ready for some of this month’s all new Literary Lion action. […]
Literary Lion. Meow.
When the maid found him he was strapped to the toilet. Naked. Rope wrapped around him and the white porcelain bowl that he hugged. His head slumped in past the seat. His skin pulled at his spine as it curved over each bobbled bone. Across the ridge was a detailed engraving of a panther, pink.
Literary Lion. Fa La La La La.
Our glamorous little feline friend has had his nose in the sherry, and so he will be back for more prompts and short stories in 2016. Thank you to everyone who has taken part in the challenge so far, we shall be back and ‘roaring’ to go with some exciting collaborations and guest posts in the new […]
Red.
Red It was all too familiar. The smoke lingering in the air, the enveloping cacophony of high pitched rings and chimes, the flickers of neon lights that winked from every corner. They had told me never to return here. The clerk gave me a knowing smile when he slowly slid the token across the counter. So […]
Ice Ice Baby.
Frozen. I’d never found courage enough to do it before. I sat with my back against the window for the first time. The subtle sound of stepping feet came first. Then the silhouette in my peripheral. Then followed the slow tingling whisper of breath on the back of my neck. As the sensation shot […]