Elizabeth Cackett

Added on by Elizabeth Cackett.

The great raven stood, its eyes meeting mine. I held my breath, but the invitation to stay was declined.

Justine Polkinghorne

Added on by Justine Polkinghorne.

Visions of pulverised, green feathers filled Julian's head as he watched the wax-eye dance, and again, heard the grinding of the weed eater.

Denise Monroe

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Growing up in a spiritualist household she was used to strange things but nothing explained the gentleman sitting on her bed when she woke.

Andy McCormick

Added on by Andy McCormick.

There was an oddly bitter bite to that half-eaten Bakewell, so he went in to sweeten his tea. Back outside, the dog buckled and died.

Peter Yeoh

Added on by Peter Yeoh.

His nails were hard and tough, bark-like, and cracked easily. He wished he could give his nails, and marriage, a varnish of red, or orange.

John Moriarty

Added on by John Moriarty.

Leo eyed Kermit in the mirror and chuckled.
He loved saving his best disguises for DiCapri-Con.


Evert Asberg

Added on by Evert Asberg.

The post-apocalyptic silence was broken only by far away groans, penetrating from deep bunkers of ex-dictators watching porn.

Giles Ward

Added on by Anealla Safdar.

Her lunch-hour opens with a one-shot latte, M&S Meal Deal and novel packed with passion, romance and adventure. In the end nothing happens.

Anuradha Sinha

Added on by Anuradha Sinha.

Sweat beads on his forehead. A sigh breaks into my name. A teardrop appears. His face falls on mine. I lick his tear pearl. Love is made.

Jennifer Worrell

Added on by Jennifer Worrell.

A bird nests in our front door wreath. The children turn the knob to peek. Shattering commotion!

Ali Znaidi

Added on by Ali Znaidi.

It’s spring time. The snake sheds its skin under the fig tree. She takes off her nightgown, experimenting with freedom.

Anne Scott

Added on by Anne Scott.

I was six when Dad won the sack race. 
Didn’t know then he was mine. 

Evert Asberg

Added on by Evert Asberg.

Collapsed facades. Her confession: A past facelift. His: "I'm not rich". The shade is gone, their love blessed, but the ruins are abandoned.

Alan Farmer

Added on by Alan Farmer.

I love them, her expressions on my face, her way of coming back to say, I've not forgotten you pet, I’m having a great old time in heaven.

Lyn McKinney

Added on by Lyn McKinney.

The little boat went down in the dark with his son on board. He'd forgotten Sam's skinny dipping habit when he planned the insurance scam.

Marilyn Guggenheim

Added on by Marilyn Guggenheim.

Her back arches over cool sheets beneath them, lifting her hips so their bellies kiss and kiss. Love’s breath on her neck, her parted lips.

Daniel Galef

Added on by Daniel Galef .

His name in the book was different, and only she knew. The truth hid her, but she still smiled when asked "where do you get your ideas?"

Michael Kulp

Added on by Michael Kulp.

The midnight forest shadows dance around my fire. As my flask runs dry and sleep whispers, it's easy to see how the ancient gods were born.

Melanie Carvalho

Added on by Anealla Safdar.

I cried when I opened the pen. A prize specimen, he won best rabbit three years running as Bangor Jumper, but he'll always be Flopsy to me.