Originally a welsh girl living in England, Rebecca (Bex) now resides in sunny Queensland, Australia. She has been writing bits all her life, intermingled with obtaining a degree in Math and a career in commercial management. Being a child with a vivid imagination and an uncanny ability for numbers, Bex is still trying to find the adult equivalent of primary school where she can make up stories and do hard sums side by side, with maybe some finger painting thrown in.
Bex lives with her husband of nine years and has three cats who had to stay in the U.K. She Skype’s them regularly
Bex is also a keen scuba diver and loves taking underwater photos.
Stuff that made my day….and continues to make me happy :-)
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My Twisted Tales
My Short Stories
My Flash Fiction
My Novel Ideas
My Poems
My Six Word Stories
My Underwater Shots
My Scenic Shots
My Lucky Dip Shots
All works listed © 2008 R.Livesey
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“He always had to be different!” Father cursed, glaring at his feet as he kicked at a pebble. Mum sighed. “Yes, different,” she murmured gazing at the puffs of clouds, unbound above her.
His nose was running again. Tears threatened and she swallowed. She didn’t know what to do anymore. The constant care, endless worry and sleepless nights had left her worn out and frazzled.
‘Snap Snap’ went the fingers, accompanied by an arrogant tilt to the jaw and a challenge in her eyes. At that moment I really hated this woman.
Glancing back she wondered where Kate had got to. Kate, her beautiful perfect sister. Successful business woman, loving wife, doting mother. Kate had always come first at everything.
He was like a rabid wolf, all caged animalistic power and snarling dribble. She eyed him speculatively. Dribble was good, useful even, but not on her face.
She shifted, rustling silk, and dug out a cigarette. The detective squinted at the flare. Ruby red lips and powdered porcelain skin flashed briefly beneath a flirty black fedora.