Writing Prompt: Time Out

I woke at 4am, then at 5am, then 7am…Each time, I woke with an ache that filled my whole body. My tee-shirt, soaked in sweat stuck to me and pools of moisture gathered in every bend of my skin. Oh no, I thought, it’s the weekend and a cold is imminent. My breath was laboured [...]

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Quote for the day

Writing is a struggle against silence. 
~Carlos Fuentes

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Writing Prompt: Where the Heart is…

As I stepped off the platform at Charing Cross Station, I knew I was home. Crossing the Thames over the rail bridge afforded me a view of Big Ben, The Millennium Wheel, The Houses of Parliament, St. Paul’s and in the distance, Canary Wharf. The city opened out before me and welcomed me back. I [...]

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A Thought - The Rose Covered Garden

The petals are dangling low, heavy with the scent of summer. From where I lay on the cool grassy lawn, I would swear the flower was winking at me. What shall we do today, it seems to say.  Will you lay here with me and enjoy the breeze or will you keep your word and [...]

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Writing Prompt: The Joys of Travel

The travel Gods, it would seem, are against me. For the second time this week, I’ve run into trouble whilst attempting to journey between London and Edinburgh. I arrived early, already checked in with my boarding card in hand. For the first time in months of frequent travel, neither the heels of my shoes, the under-wire of [...]

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Quote for the day

Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it. 
~Hannah Arendt

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Writing Prompt: It’s Not What You Think

I’m sitting in a bar on the Grassmarket nursing a pint of Peroni. My eyes, swollen with tears attract attention from anyone who either approaches in an attempt to share my table on this busy Friday night or who see me as a potential conversationalist. Neither stop, put off by the red in my eyes [...]

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Writing Prompt: Pride Before the Fall

As the gauge read 9.26K, I felt smug. I had asked a colleague at work to pick a number between 1 and 10, promising that I’d run that distance tonight in kilometers after he had chosen a number (he chose 9). On my way to the gym, I tripped straight through the doorway at Zara [...]

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Quote for the day

A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author. 
~G.K. Chesterton

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Lost Luggage - A Short Story

The fault lay with the wishbone. Thanksgiving dinner was served at the appointed hour and what remained his family sat at the table eager for James to carve the turkey. As he looked across at the faces of his relatives, he felt content. His sister Sally sat across from him next to his nephew Dean. [...]

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