The title to the bell – Friday Fictioneers
Ever since she was an acorn she had been waiting to be able to see above the tower. She had stretched and stretched, and now as she was an old […]
Ever since she was an acorn she had been waiting to be able to see above the tower. She had stretched and stretched, and now as she was an old […]
His day started like any other day, in fact a little worse because it was a Monday. Observant as ever he noted the new graffiti that someone had sprayed on […]
So I’m back to Friday Fictioneers with a story of 100 words exactly. I’m in the US for a short trip, and will spend a fair amount of time on […]
To the symphony of morning birds he walked deeper and deeper into the familiar wood. He knew the places were he had played as a kid, and following the stream […]
He watched Anna-Belle leaving, her things packed and ready to be shipped to her parents. With a slight pang of loss he watched the fluid motion of her cotton dress […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis