The yellow-lensed glasses lifted her mood. In the dank, dark days of January they were her life-saving ‘go to’. First…
The storm drives rain against the window, turns to hail cracking against the glass, elbowing its noisy rudeness into her…
Today I visited a local secondary school to talk to their Year 11s (16-year-olds) about flash fiction handy hints. For…
‘Fish again?’ The child turned his nose up, disgust writ large on his fat-cheeked face. Maree dolloped a small serving…
‘What do we do now?’ Robert’s voice was edgy, angry. The little boat floated further out on the rising waves.…
Sunshine, at last. Winter was finally retreating, creeping its way southward to fill the antipodeans’ lives with chill and wet.…
The poet was having a bad day, and a worse night. He couldn’t find a word, an image, a rhyme…
R S Jonesee is a prolific author of popular romcoms, and this most recent tale set in the idyllic rural…
Open your hand is one of two parts of today’s prompt, taken from Sylvia Plath’s works.The other is And dissolve…
The rain had stopped, leaving a translucent fogginess as a reminder of its presence. He peered out the window, debating.…