Battle Lines

It was her face, I suppose, the way she looked at me; panic mixed with relief. It wasn’t an expression I was used to. In fact, I was braced for her usual “when will you learn to grow up” rant or her equally ineffective sigh of disappointment. But instead, as I pushed open the door […]

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Rules To Live By, Part 3

It’s been a while since I posted the first two installments of this Tiny Tale, so if you need to refresh your memory, please follow the links: Rules To Live By, Part 1; Rules To Live By, Part 2. My father died shortly before my first child was born. Despite my grief, I found comfort in the […]

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Rules to Live By, Part 2

This is part 2 of a 3 part story. Read part 1 here! It was during my early twenties that my relationship with The Rules reached a turning point. ‘How could you?’ cried Janine from amongst a tangled mass of floral bed linen. ‘How could you be so selfish, so spiteful?’ ‘Look, Janine, I’m sorry, […]

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Rules to Live By, Part 1 (& a big Happy Birthday to Bellyful of Art!)

Tomorrow is officially Bellyful of Art‘s 1st birthday!! To celebrate, I was planning on reblogging my first ever post, but I’ve been doing a lot of reblogging recently and I thought it was only fair that as a big fat present to my lovely readers (and to myself) I would publish a brand new story […]

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Cara

Originally posted on Bellyful of Art:
Cara had never been a patient person; in any respect. Now, she brought colour back to her cheeks with forceful tugs, bit the paleness from her mouth until red blistered her lips. She watched the clock, she waited. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she listened to…

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The Bird Clock

The clock ticks. In time with its monotonous beat I find myself fidgeting: first with a strand of hair that curls mischievously from the centre of my tightly-wound bun, then with my hands, my skirt, the top button of my shirt. In the armchair next to me, Mrs Bentley is talking. I’m trying my best […]

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The Flight (Part 2 – Jennifer)

Jennifer is late. Horribly late. She arrives at the airport in a flurry of measured panic, striding past queues of impatient travellers with barely a glance at the infuriated faces behind her. The woman on the check-in desk is foreign, her clipped accent bristles. ‘You’re very late, madam,’ she says, adjusting the scarf beneath her blazer. […]

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The Flight (Part 1 – Lisa)

Lisa is breathing. Slow steady breaths. In, out, in, out; just like he told her to. Her hands grip the arm rests. Her eyes close. In her head she imagines a field, vast acres of green grass damp beneath her bare feet. She pushes her toes into the soil, allows the dirt to climb across […]

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Excerpt 3: Untitled Novel

As with Excerpts 1 & 2 this is not a complete Tiny Tale, but an extract from a larger piece of work: “In practicing my writing, I began to develop the premise for a novel which centred around a man who is struggling with an unidentifiable illness. In this excerpt from the novel (which still […]

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Excerpt 2: Untitled Novel

As with Excerpt 1, this is not a complete Tiny Tale, but an extract from a larger piece of work: “In practicing my writing, I began to develop the premise for a novel which centred around a man who is struggling with an unidentifiable illness. In this excerpt from the novel (which still remains in […]

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Climbing Trees

Amongst tufts of struggling grass, amid the mud and clusters of weeds, the tree rose flagrantly, eyeing its adversaries below with the kind of hauteur that, in nature, only a large oak can muster. The boy found it easily enough – in the glow of a full moon its outline was clearly definable along the […]

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Bang, Bang (Part 2)

Steady gunfire surrounded him. Ben pushed on through the mounting mud unnerved, his hands wrapped tightly around the solid weight of his weapon. As he drew level with his comrades, he noted their tired stance, the varying expressions of trepidation on their weary faces. He was like them, an uncertain advocate, a body of fear. […]

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Bang, Bang (Part 1)

Erratic gunfire surrounded him. Jamie pushed on through the dense grass unperturbed, his hands wrapped tightly around the solid weight of his weapon. As he drew level with his comrades, he marvelled at their rigid stance, at the unwavering expressions of belligerence on their cold faces. He wanted to be like them, a dogged power, […]

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Love and…

‘Are you all right?’ Alison leans forward, a hand reaching out to touch Tim’s knee. ‘I’m fine. Really.’ ‘You’re very pale.’ ‘It’s the heat.’ He rearranges himself on the blanket, ‘I’m not very good with the heat.’ ‘You’ve always been okay with it before.’ ‘Well, it’s not normally this hot, is it?’ ‘No, I guess […]

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Mummy’s Boy

I’m all ready to go. Suit on, hair brushed, teeth cleaned, the works; my mum would’ve been proud. People are milling about outside. I can sense the tension; the excitement of a big day, like match day. I pace, backwards and forwards, waiting. Eventually I hear the sound of a key in a lock; the […]

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