Friday Fictioneers – Memories

At little (okay, a lot) late this week.  This was difficult to write, I kept changing the words, although I am still not overly happy with it, but I have taken 22 words out to bring it down to 100.

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He painted that stone at the beach when he was with his children. The thought gave him a smile. He looked at the seaweed and remembered jumping in the water, chasing the woman he loved, and she splashed water at him until they both fell over laughing. The stone his daughter gave him when she was eleven. The badge, his son received from the dentist. He smiled at the times he was out with them.

It was a cold smile as he looked at the stairs, and then at his useless legs knowing he could not get out any more.

Sunday Photo Fiction – Lovers

Every week a photo is used to write a story in up to 200 words. If you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction logo, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blog frog image.



Darren sat staring out the window, thinking about his husband. They married the day after the law changed allowing same-sex marriage, and they had been happy ever since. Or so he thought. Gerry had left him – for a woman! How could he do that? After all, they had been through, fighting against the church, against the government, against their neighbours, even their families. Gerry had been perfect for him with his caring and sensitive attitude. But now? Now he lived with a woman, but not just any woman. Darren’s sister.

As he watched a squirrel grabbing nuts from the bird feeder, he knew he had to let Gerry go. He felt Gerry and his sister should be able to be together forever, and he now accepted that. As the squirrel started to escape, a kite swooped in and grabbed it in its sharp talons. A humourless chuckle escaped him as he looked down at the revolver in his gloved hands. He then placed it into his sister’s hand as she lay on the floor in a pool of her own blood. He glanced over at Gerry’s corpse before walking out, ready to be shocked when he discovered the lovers.

Friday Fictioneers – The Wrong House (ReRun)

Every week Rochelle gives us a photo as a prompt to write a story in 100 words or less. 12th October is a Jewish holy day – Yom Kippur, so Rochelle has rerun a photo from April 2013. As soon as I saw the image I remembered it, and the outline of the story I wrote. It was the third flash fiction story I had ever written, and the third in the Raynard series, although at this time, we had no name for him. So I thought I would rerun that story.

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I have rewritten the story to update it slightly as my writing style has changed since then.



He stood in the house he thought was hers, plotting his next move. The unusual thing about this building was the lack of electricity, but the oil lamps would help with his plan. He could feel the garlic in the spice rack through the seal, and it made his skin crawl.

The dead woman in the hallway was not his target, but he had bled her completely dry to send a message that could not be ignored. It would not be long until there would be nowhere left to hide.

Knocking the lamp over, he walked away whispering “Soon …”

Book Review – Shadeward: Emanation

I read – and reviewed – Elite: Reclamation recently by Drew Wagar. After reading that, I thought I would try another of his books. The one I picked up was the first in a trilogy, all with the prefix Shadeward. When I read the title, I read it was as ShadeWARD – as in the ward of a hospital. Reading it though, it is more of a directional word as in Eastward.

The book is set on a planet of endless day that is devoid of technology, and history is rumours. Calling creatures by other names, and just giving slight information on them so they are accepted as the norm and not out of place. With just a sentence or two, you can see what a flit is, you understand the carn and the herg. You can understand the time and measurement systems from the outset, and how they are implemented.

The book is set around three main characters, two females and a male. Kiri is an “only”, an orphan on the streets who has to fend for herself and looks after her friend Tia. They are treated like dirt by the nobility. Her life changes after an encounter with priestesses, and she realises there is something about her that makes her different. We watch as she grows from urchin into something more.

Meru is an apprentice timekeeper assigned to a fisher boat, but when a freak storm hits, he is the only survivor and is rescued by the crew of the Mobillis. A ship the likes of which he has never seen, with a crew on a journey of discovery. What he does discover, rocks his world to its foundations and everything he knows and accepts is no longer what he accepted or knew. I see some chemistry between him and another member of the crew.

Zoella is the youngest of the three protagonists and lives in a home where her “guardian” sent her to stay. She is mistreated by the other children and the overseer of the home. Like the other two, hr life is changed and she has to use everything she has learned to survive where it seems so many others want her dead for reasons she can’t comprehend.

The book slowly builds pace, with twists and turns that leave you breathless at times, and action scenes are well described. You can almost smell and see the backgrounds as they are explained, and all characters are believable, including the fleeting ones. Each of the main characters hold a secret, with a line here or there hinting at what it might be.

The book ends in a way to leave you wanting more, and I am so glad I have already brought the follow-up as it means I don’t have to wait long to carry on the story. If you have never read any of the books by Drew Wagar, this is as good a place as any to start. At times I am reminded of the Malazan books by Steven Erikson,

Meet Zoella, Kiri and Meru. Find out their secrets and read as they find things so unbelievable to them, that they question what they see at times.


Shadeward: Emanation ……………….. Amazon UK

Shadeward: Emanation ……………….. Amazon US