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.

Tara Skurtu

Added on by Tara Skurtu.

Mornings she taught the old man to read, evenings he'd drive the ride-on mower to the dollar store and stutter out lines in sympathy cards.

Allyson Fisher

Added on by Allyson Fisher.

My rainbow trainers tie to the beginning of every May. My giant lucky charms, marshmallow in comfort. I tie my laces. Colours paint a smile.


Alexandra Buligescu

Added on by Alexandra Buligescu.

First the tangerine tree died, then Roger the next door neighbor’s cat, then his dad, then the ant farm. So in some ways, he felt immortal.

Rory Gleeson

Added on by Rory Gleeson.

I stopped believing in God when this burning bush in my garden started talking to me. God wouldn't allow that sort of messing.

Michael Kulp

Added on by Michael Kulp.

The ebony snake stares at me, tongue darting. I admire her shiny beauty. She is coiled, hugging herself in terror; she has seen too much.

Fran Beckett

Added on by Fran Beckett.

Too high, too high! She cried, as he threw her in the air. His arms wide, ached to catch her, but she flew away

Andrea Mason

Added on by Andrea Mason.

The dog, bored, decries its endless options. The kid, scratching, licks its nuts. The cat, woof!, reverses through the cat flap. Menopause.

Ali Znaidi

Added on by Ali Znaidi.

His words were still reverberating in her mind. Intoxicated, she even became unaware of the breaths catching in her chest!