Fear – Very short short story

Hello once more. I’m not actually here right now but I appreciate the fact that you are 🙂 I really hope this scheduled post shows up because sometimes they seem to play about and fail!

Anyways I was a bit pushed for time last week when I was setting this up so I’ve decided to try and write a little mini-short… it can be fun sometimes to try and tell a story with as few words as possible. I hope this works out okay 🙂


It was dark. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed and her heart was racing as if she had been running a marathon. She was afraid to move, almost afraid to breathe.

At this moment anything could happen. This could be the greatest moment of her life or the greatest humiliation and she was both exhilarated and terrified.

She had been against the idea right from the start but they’d outvoted her, dismissing her objection like the wisps of smoke trailing from the end of a cigarette, unimportant and insubstantial.

Now she was the one to pay the price, it had chosen her and she was too much of a coward to refuse.

Then it happened.

His lips on hers were warm and soft and when his hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, she felt her whole body submit to him. Even in her many dreams kissing him had never been like this. She didn’t know any physical sensation could send all of her senses reeling until she didn’t know which way was up.

She didn’t know anything but the feel of his kiss.

Maybe spin the bottle wasn’t so bad after all!

NaNoWriMo – why not give it a go?

So here we are again… bit short of time this week – been packing my case for nine day of fun party-time in Liverpool at International BeatleWeek… but here’s a little bit of something I wanted to share.

Every year, every November to be precise, a literary event take place known as NaNoWriMo – short for National Novel Writing Month, and – as the name suggests – it’s a challenge to write a novel in a month. Impossible you might think? Surprisingly not.

The idea is pretty simple – you sign up and have a go at writing 50,000 words in just 30 days. That might sound like a lot – and yes it is – but it is also quite achievable if you really want to.

In 2013 I decided to give it a go. I had the idea in my head for Assaie’s Gift, in fact it had been there for some time and I just needed the motivation to MAKE me write… Nanowrimo seemed like the perfect catalyst to get me going. And it worked!

Winner-2014-Web-BannerAny one who writes, or wants to write, knows that procrastination is the curse of the writer, it’s all too easy to just put things off or if you DO get started the curse of editing/rewriting as you go along can really slow you down.

With Nano you don’t have the time to edit, or stop, you just write. Get those words down on paper (or rather screen) and worry about your spelling, editing, even plot holes, once you’ve hit the target.

What do you get out of this? No, there isn’t any great prize, some supporters do offer discounts on their products and such like for winners, but the real reward is achieving your goal, getting that book out of your head and maybe even manage to get yourself a real printed version which, even if it is the only printed copy ever to exist, is a pretty amazing things to get your hands on.

So, if you want to write but can’t quite get going then sign up to Nanowrimo – after all what have you got to lose? And just maybe you’ll get those 50,000 words down.

If you do it’s pretty cool! 🙂

Hangover – Short Story

Hello my dears, I hope the sun is shining for you this Sunday 🙂

Here’s a little story that came into my mind this week and you know what that’s like – once it’s in there it just has to come out 🙂


Her head was pounding like a steel drum player had been given free residence inside her skull and was celebrating with a very elaborately orchestrated overture.

hangoverWith a groan she raised a heavy, lethargic hand to her forehead, surprised it was relatively cool to the touch. Her eyes felt as if someone had smeared a line of super glue over her lashes, sealing them closed.

She rubbed them gently with the heel of her hand, prising her eyelids open just a fraction and instantly regretting it. The hint of daylight that was creeping through a minute gap in the curtains was as bright as a full torch beam shining directly into her pupils. Wincing she turned away, closing her eyes tightly once again.

Her mouth felt disgusting. Thick and stale. It was very possible that something had died in there overnight. Died, been resurrected and died again.

Her stomach gurgled a combination of nauseated hunger. She needed a drink, and painkillers, but that would involve leaving her bed and she wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

“Never again,” she vowed silently to herself.

Of course she’d made that promise before, many times, with every hangover. This was the worst though. She had never felt quite this bad before.

Pulling the duvet up over her head she tried to piece together the events of the night, horrified to realise just how many gaps in her memory there actually were. For a few minutes she wondered if it was possible someone had spiked her drink.

This had to be the worst hangover ever, no one could possibly have ever felt this badly before.

“Never, ever, again!”

It had started out a normal night out.

“Just a few quiet drinks.” That’s what her diminutive dark haired friend Carley had suggested, she should have known better. There was never ‘just’ when it came to alcohol and Carley. Despite her small stature Carley could drink most people she knew under the table and still greet the following morning bright eyed and bushy tailed.

The “few drinks” had turned into “just an hour” in the club. She had tried to resist but Carley was insistent.

“Come on,” she had said, fluttering her eyes pleadingly. “Please Aimes… don’t be boring… just come for an hour… I need a boogie…”

Amy had sighed and then relented, just like she always did.

The club had been the same mixture of music and people that is always had, they had had a few drinks and a few dances. None of that explained the horrendous nature of Amy’s current hangover.

There had been a guy. The corners of Amy’s mouth turned into a small smile as she recalled him. He wasn’t especially handsome, you could have easily passed him by on the street without a second glance, but if you did happen to take that second look then you might just see it. That “something”. That indefinable quality that made him a little more appealing than originally noticed.

Amy had taken a second look, and then a third, and when he looked back, his dark eyes somehow shining at her when he turned on the full beam of his smile she had felt her knees go to jelly and her heart raced that little bit faster.

They’d talked a little, and danced, but Amy couldn’t remember any more drinks so where the hell had this hangover come from?

And then..?

She couldn’t remember anything further, what was the and then?

Amy rubbed her eyes again and with a deep groan forced herself upright. She really did need those painkillers and a drink, and some food. Her hunger was suddenly so intense that getting out of bed had become the only option.

Dragging her arms into her dressing gown Amy shuffled her feet into slippers and then padded half dead into the kitchen.

Throwing open the fridge Amy looked at the selection of cold pizza and sandwich fillings, despite her hunger none of the food available appealed, if anything the thought of eating any of them increased the nausea deep in her stomach.

“Well look who’s finally up!” The bright all too cheerful voice in the doorway of the kitchen could only belong to one person and Amy felt a small snarl curl her lips at the sound of her friend’s clearly hangover-free voice. “How you feeling?” Carley asked as she stepped into the room.

Amy turned to face her friend without answering, Carley’s eyes widened as she saw just how bad her friend looked.

“Damn Aimes, you look like death, seriously… you look crap!”

Amy nodded, she could believe it, she certainly felt terrible so it stood to reason she was going to look terrible too. Of course Carley looked as fresh and bright as if she’s just spent the night at a salon rather than clubbing.

“Amy… you alright?” Carley moved towards her friend, obvious concern on her face at Amy’s lack of response. “I think you should go back to bed… I’ll bring you a drink or something.”

Amy should have appreciated her friend’s offer of help but instead she found it irritating. When had Carley become so pathetically annoying in Amy’s eyes? She couldn’t remember ever feeling that way before but now the small brunette was nothing to her.

The scream surprised Amy, she didn’t know at first where it had come from or what was causing it but it was loud and piercing and full or fear.

The nausea in Amy’s stomach passed quickly, the headache eased and then was gone and she felt better than she had ever done in her entire life.

Carley’s lifeless body fell to the floor, her face was so pale it was ashen as if all the blood had been drained from her. Two small puncture wounds in her neck the only visible wound, but it had been enough.

Amy wiped away a drop of blood that had split down her chin and smiled.

Now she could remember it all.

He had been more than just some guy in a club, he had been someone who offered to change her world, and he had.

Combing her hands through her hair Amy’s smile grew, life was about to get very interesting.

Dead Medium – Book Review

Hello once more you lovely folks and welcome back to this little ol’ blog of mine 🙂

This week I have another book review for you – I do enjoy discovering a new author and how better to find them than by having other people tell you how good they are !

So on with the review

Dead Medium: Not Your Average Ghost Story by Peter John

Book blurb: “The Strangest Things Happen When You’re Dead.” – May Elizabeth Trump.

The deathly silence is about to be broken. She disliked the company of others and death did little to warm her spirit. She had led an independent life and she faced death in much the same way. She was finally alone, finally free from the mindless babble of others, at least that’s what she thought. May Elizabeth Trump was the rarest of spirits and she was none too happy about it either. She was a dead medium, a ghost who can speak with the living, and her services were to become in great demand. Flung into the limelight and smothered with unwanted attention, May soon discovers that it is not only ghosts with long awaited messages that have taken an interest in her. Something dark was lurking in the shadows, stalking her. Even the dead are not left to rest in peace. Dead Medium: A humorous, character driven story and a unique vision of life after death. Not your average ghost story.

dead mediumRating: 5/5

My thoughts: I had never read anything by Peter John before so I didn’t know what to expect, I have to say I really enjoyed this book though. It’s a very cleverly worked out story with some strong, funny, sometimes grumpy characters who, by means of death or friendship come together to try and help a young woman save her home following the death of her mother.

May, the main character in the book, starts out as a typical – and maybe even stereotypical – grumpy old woman who merely tolerates a weekly visit from her friend but likes nothing more than generally being left to her own devices. All of that is about to change when she unexpectedly dies.

Expecting an afterlife of peace May finds the truth rather more startling. The world is filled with the undead, each one desperate to contact their loved ones one last time but so few ever can and that is how May’s ability to speak to the living suddenly thrusts her into the spotlight.

So many ghosts are in need of May’s services but it isn’t only ghosts occupying her time. There are rumours of something else out there, something darker and possibly deadlier – no one knows for sure because no ghost who encounters them ever returns to tell their tale.

All in all this is a very well crafted story and a real pleasure to read. Without wanting to give any major spoilers I just have to say that I loved Mr Kibbles and truly adored the ending.

Give it a read, I don’t think you’ll be sorry 🙂