Wild & Improbable Tales – Taste and Remember

The memory of that taste was the only happy thing he had left. The tang, the mellow creaminess. He remembered his mother standing at the makeshift worktop in their sparse kitchenette; he remembered the cracked, red fingers of her gentle hands unwrapping the wax paper as though she were opening a parcel of the finest [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Death Becomes You

"Death becomes you, my dear..." Her whispered words were cold against my cheek; her embrace a steely grip wrapped in cashmere. She stepped away, still holding my shoulders in her iron talons. Her cherubic face tilted as she regarded me, the ghost of an enigmatic smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Blinking, I [...]

Find The Flow – Free Writing

I love writing. It is one of my favourite ways to spend my time, whether I be writing a blog post, a poem, adding to my novel, writing a short story, or working on a piece of freelance work. I love the feeling of creating something new, something that didn't exist before. Writing is mostly [...]

Taking The Plunge

I wasn't going to do this. I really wasn't going to do this. Why would I? November is ALWAYS one of the busiest months in my year. Extra intervention programmes to run at work means increased workload and longer working hours. My birthday (Yay!) means fun outings with friends and family. Drawing closer to the [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – When The Rain Falls

The first time she had stood, unnoticed, on the street corner, the city had barely been a hamlet. Now the rush and bustle of a metropolis surrounded her: the neon lights and constant hubbub buzzing like flies in the periphery of her vision. She had stood on this spot on the same day each year [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – The Winter King’s Summer

Dawn light broke through the reaching, inky fingers of the trees. Though summer was barely waning, the forest stood denuded of its leaves, as it always had. As it always would. The villagers had long stopped questioning why their wood did not bud and bloom and turn with the seasons. They knew it still lived, [...]