When I woke up this morning I had disappeared. This might not be what you think, I hadn’t gone missing, I hadn’t been abducted. I was here in my bedroom; I could see the bed I climbed into last night and I could feel the now cold sheets. I still existed but I wasn’t here … Continue reading The invisible woman
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All in the name of revenge
As she looked in the mirror her deadpan expression and lifeless reflection stared back. She had carefully applied her make-up to bring out the best of her features, but her troubled eyes could only see the foundation as a layer of anger, her rouge as rage and her red tinted lips smeared with bitterness as … Continue reading All in the name of revenge
Novel extract #1 – the first argument
I slammed the bedroom door and stood on the landing, unsure where to head to find some sanctuary, Vanessa would be downstairs, and Jim would need the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. With adrenaline still pumping through my veins I stomped down the stairs, I was not going to let anyone make … Continue reading Novel extract #1 – the first argument
I’m not a violent person
I’ve never hit anyone before, not even as a child, not playfighting or in childish frustrated anger. If you were to ask any of my family, friends, or colleagues they’d say, ‘Heather wouldn’t hurt a fly, she’s too soft.’ I’m now sat waiting alone in a cold sterile office, it’s serenely quiet. The only noise … Continue reading I’m not a violent person
RSVP my delicious plan for revenge
The wedding invitation had arrived early in the new year, the swirling rose-gold words inviting me to join Craig and his future wife for their planned nuptials in July. I immediately accepted only to change my mind the next day, this continued all spring and well into summer, my mood as changeable as the weather … Continue reading RSVP my delicious plan for revenge
Another beer love?
“Grab us another beer love.” I hear from across the small cramped living room of our flat, along with my boyfriend proving his current can is empty by tapping it in my direction. I look up from the novel I was immersed in and take in the figure sprawled out lazily across the sofa, half … Continue reading Another beer love?
Armed with a pen and notebook 