I saw you in the rose garden. Last summer, when the roses were at their peak – luscious reds, whites,…
Why are you so nice to me is a prompt from a writing workshop. It drove her mad.‘Can I help…
Vincent slipped into his studio with the stealth of a cat. Early light seeped through the thin curtain covering the…
Wilderness was the theme for Dean Writers Circle’s internal monthly writing competition for April. Here’s my 150 word submission. (You…
The Scream Edvard Munch was a picture prompt from a Dean Writers Circle ‘Creativity and Cake’ evening, stolen as usual…
‘In the summer time, when the weather is fine’ is the first line of an old upbeat song, and was…
A Game of Wings and Marks by Rebecca Crunden appealed to the magical realism fan in me, although this is…
How did you know? is a prompt from a Dean Writers Circle workshop, stolen as usual for my FaceBook prompts.…
We are walking on the bones of our ancestors is a prompt from a Dean Writers Circle workshop, stolen as…
The floorboards creaked is a prompt from a Dean Writers Circle workshop, stolen as usual for my FaceBook prompts. The…