I Want To Get Off – short story

From the top right hand corner of the window, the raindrop moved in a south-westerly direction. Driven down by vibration, and the whoosh of an oncoming wind, it halted to debate the changing of tack; being joined by another to merge together and move on. Bigger, stronger, faster. Hitting the rubber seal then lost forever.…

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Found Object – project

Found Object is a series of printed posters which combine a photograph provided by a visual artist with a text response produced by an emerging writer living in the north east of England. The first three issues invite artists who have previously exhibited at Northern Gallery for Contemporary Art in Sunderland – asking them to…

The Never Born – short story

Sheila stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Smiled at herself and started to count. At seven liquid blurred her vision. At twelve the lump in her throat started to restrict breathing and the twisted knots in her stomach rolled up again. At seventeen she gave up and burst into tears. She wiped away…

Hendon by the sea – blog post

Today it rained - a lot. So with time on my hands I decided to spend a few quiet moments sat in my white van overlooking Hendon beach. The idea being to observe what was going on (bot all), and write some description that I could possibly use in the novel I’m currently writing. Hendon…

People You Know – flash fiction

She always picked him up as soon as she walked through the door. He'd be in her arms as she kicked off her shoes and toe-flung them to the bottom of the stairs, landing on her holey old pink slippers. He always accepted her strokes, cuddles and kisses - well, she was the one that…