The pounding of the machines from the nearby coal mine covered his loud shrieks of cry for his mother. It wasn’t until later in the eveni…
A short story about an infant’s struggle for the right to live.
My Mum and Dad never seem to be happy. They used to argue all the time, but now they just ignore each other. It’s mainly Dad I think. ...
I recieved an e-mail about a teen girl who was experiencing dating and car joy-riding. When she took off on a date her Mom`s word…
The coast was clear so I went for the gold…or, in this case, the plate…
I had to write this for a school assignment and thought it was pretty good so I decided to post it on here. Written 12-30-07 11:11 pm. / BY THE WAY / This is fiction. I have an Aunt Grace but no Great-Grandma Grace. The name was a recommendation from a friend. There is no plate in my family as an heirloom (that I know of?) and if there is, I doubt it’s like the one described in this story. ENOY!!! =D
Good morning Napoleon! / “What shall we do today?” Mommy asks Napoleon. / Napoleon plays with his toys. He likes his squeaky yellow b…
I wrote this story when my oldest of four was just a bit over two. My son Napoleon has autism and the only way he could ever communicate to me anything was to make sounds or just barely say mama. Though at the time I did not know he had autism. I drew illustrations for it and hope one day to finish it. It is a rough draft written over 10 years ago. I use to write alot for children, but have not written in many years. / Any guidance i would appreciate. This is intended to be a picture book.
“Jewel please, you must promise me you won’t go near there, the cars on that road go much too fast,
This was my first attempt at writing a short story which was way back in 1992. I started writing because I had an illness at that time (yeah and again now) called ME. I needed to try to keep sane which any of you who know me is quite hard to do as I like to muck around a lot. (Life is too short to be serious all the time so have fun) I needed mental stimulation so I took up a short story writing course. The rest as they say is history. Now for you experts out there who know the English language inside out you will no doubt find several mistakes in my writing, grammar, spelling, etc, etc. And I know you will say ‘but you can do something about it’ but I can’t, I cannot retain much information anymore so the mistakes will have to stay and I am very sorry if ruins the read for you so please try to understand I write for the love of writing to get down what it is I have to say. I believe the stories are still a good read but you can be the judge just go easy with me, please – thank you. A Child’s Wish was published by New Fiction in 1992 into an Anthology of Short Stories called ‘Shorts from Cornwall’ and was edited by Tracey Walton. Thank you for taking the time to read it and please feel free to leave me a comment if you have the time. I was inspired to write A Child’s Wish because of a beautiful place my brother and I used to visit called Vero farm. (And I don’t think you spell Vero like that sorry Andy.) We had a really great friend who lived there Called Andy Reeve which a lot of you know him and his fantastic work on RB. (Oh yeah, he still is a fantastic friend) The farm was a place I always loved and so did Ken my brother and it gave me the premise for the story
*Bobby poked his tiny head around the corner and saw the man with the metal fingers pointing one, long silvery one at his daddy. Daddy l…
This piece of flash fiction was written because I was in a state where all I could think of was “sad ghosts”. Hmmm… / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Writing – Flash Fiction, Suspense/Horror/Mystery, Tools: Microsoft Word, My Brain/Imagination Topic: the Supernatural, the Mob / CONTEST & CHALLENGE HISTORY 05/21/08 – Winner of Flash Fiction’s May – first challenge ‘Witness’ (Somebody pinch me!!!) 05/13/08 – Entry to Flash Fiction’s May – first challenge ‘Witness’
Why does he not run? Now when he knows he is to be beaten
Introduction / Chapter 2....
KESWICK ISLAND / CHAPTER 2 / FLIGHT OF FANCY Introduction – Keswick Island – The Famous Five...
KESWICK ISLAND / CHAPTER 3 / THE ARRIVAL Introduction – Keswick Island – The Famous Five...
KESWICK ISLAND / CHAPTER 4 / FEAST AND FAMINE Introduction – Keswick Island – The Famous Five...
KESWICK ISLAND / CHAPTER 7 / BLINDED! Introduction – Keswick Island...
He was a contemptible child. I admit it.
For the Star Twisters challenge… / The use of the words code, whack, contemptible, charmed, and terrorised were words that had to be used in this tale.
Brad Forsythe was a hottie. True, he was pretty aggressive and a year younger than me, but what do such things matter when you are in lo…
A story about first love.
As A Child …I lay to sleep / Frightened… Feeling Scared … / I Prayed Angels..To / Watch Me In My Sleep
Angel Dance In Laughter, An Angel Danced In Glee….
She was shrouded in shadow, yet he could see the outline of the sharp object she had brought with her from the kitchen.
A Sugar High halloween writing competition entry, this one for the Short Stories Group. This story idea came an hour ago when darkestartist mentioned chocolate on my previous story, LOL!
A child imagination and escape
Joe and the Gift
Once upon a time (because that is how all good stories start) there lived a little girl named Litty. Litty’s real name was LeticiaAnne bu…
This is still a work in progress. Have not done much editing.
Once upon a time in a far away land, that wishes to be unseen; lived a girl who lived to be known. In the land of Unseen the people walk …
For Kiara. She is the girl who wishes to be seen….lol
I Love That Child That Is Not Mine Just when I thought I was over you, / You called me and sa…
A young man chooses to keep loving someone who hurts him all the time. Some things are not meant to be. What do you thingk about it? Tell me!
Chapterette One He clicked on the send button and sat back, satisfied. Every day there seemed something for him to comment on, and us…
Yesterday it seemed alien. / Today he is the alien. An explanation of the writing
The Best bed time story / poem ever written, / The true END of this story / poem is / ” I LOVE YOU “
This thing of war, so foolish and sick. / The smell of death, so smoky & thick. / When some become greedy and selfishness rules / Men find t…
I heard this song just now and thought of this poem I had written. It inspired me to share it here. / Music: Long, Long Way to Go – Phil Collins / Honored to be featured: / /
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