So, next door there were these trees see/ Nothing much to sing about/
Category: Fiction
Time For Change
Pulling at the handle, I glance out of the window. The spaceship’s taken off with me on board!..
Narcissus
“Long, long ago, in an age of myth and marvel, there was a youth of singular, star-bright beauty ...
Doing his bit
A couple of vintage lawnmower frames were suspended from the ceiling. On a pole across the bar hung a selection of rusty scythes and shears...
Notice to The General Public
You, lying on an exotic beach with your eyes closed, just loving your summer holiday, all languorous, not worrying about a thing...
From Rook Song: Book Two of the Gaia Chronicles (Jo Fletcher Books, 2015)
... the pale wafer of a full moon was floating in the sky. As she lifted her face to bathe in its soft white gleam, the raucous cheers of the officers fell away, and a voice from the past floated back to her.
From Astra: Book One of the Gaia Chronicles
‘So.’ Klor waggled his famous eyebrows... ‘Who’s ready for a story?’
Tales From The Nab: The Flare
“Don’t wake the baby! Don’t wake the baby!” squeaked the ‘Judy’. The children laughed at Grandad’s silly high-pitched voice. Digger laughed with them but could not contain himself sitting on the ground – he was on his feet, clapping, too.
Nulla Temporis
... if humanity wipes itself off the face of the Earth, its creative output will survive forever. Servers, hard drives and the libraries of books may degrade, yet a teaspoon of DNA could hold the two zettabytes of data that exists in the world.
Seeking Goldilocks
There it was, Goldilocks’ Tomb, nestling amongst the last stand of green trees, as if, somehow, that small area had been protected from the ravages of the forest fires, protected by some unknown force. Yet the Tomb itself lay open...
