Friday Feast Part 2: Blossom of the Dark.

She’d been surprised to find the dark blossom sitting on the sill of her window when she’d awoken that morning. Its scent permeated every fibre of the room. She felt intoxicated by it’s heady aroma. It almost made her feel light headed. Placing it in the crystal vase her best friend had given her as…

Friday Feast Part 1: Surrender.

Even before Zeus had betrayed him Hades was drawn to the dark. It called his name when he slept. He knew it wasn’t normal. None of the others were as fascinated with dark places and dark feelings as he was. He’d tried to resist it. Surrounded by his brothers and their friends, he could go…

Sunday morning waffle: odd food.

Our kitchen is the hub of our family conversations and I’ve walked into weird topics more than once. This weekends chat between hubby and number two son revolved around cereal, more specifically, hot milk on cereal ( *gag*). Now, I’m not a fan of the liquid white stuff. While as a child I would quite…

Throwback Thursday: The Burnout.

A short story. I’ve never understood how Jake could stay so calm on jobs like this. If it were me with both thumbs and forefingers, rolling and twisting the wires attached to four kilos of high grade explosive, I’d be crapping myself. Seriously, the guy is unshakable. You could throw a rabid cat at him…

Let’s play dress up.

Let’s try someone else’s style, Pretend to be them just for a while. We could be space heroes or wizards with snitches, Or wear an ‘I aten’t dead’ placard, like one of Pratchett’s witches. We can have fun with others like us and take a break from the everyday fuss. Let’s try some cosplay, let’s…

Throwback Thursday: Apology.

Flash Fiction inspired by The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt Apology . I’m Sorry. Two words scrawled on a dirty take away napkin. That was all. Detective Harvey Laraine stared down at it again. The waxy paper product was the only thing not covered in the perpetual spread of blood that was, even now, dripping from…