‘As the lightning flowers bloomed, her fears fell away, one by one. Each new blossom and a worry faded. The lightning strike made her fearless.’
Published in Issue 5 of Firewords Quarterly, October 2015. You can buy a copy at http://www.firewords.co.uk/shop/issue5/
The girl I was
‘She offered me distant cities, food that I had never tasted and the echo of words in alien tongues, but I chose terraced streets, white satin and packed lunches. I see her still, shivering in a print dress, the lake reflected in her eyes. ‘I could be your muse,’ she said, as I snapped the sketch book shut, capturing forever the hope and challenge in her face.’
Finalist in the Aesthetica Magazine Creative Writing Award 2014. Published in the Aesthetica Creative Writing Annual 2015 on 17 December 2014. You can buy a copy at http://www.aestheticamagazine.com/shop
Published in issue 12 (Autumn / Winter 2014) of Popshot magazine. This story asks the question: if you knew exactly when you would die, what impact would this have on the way you lived your life? You can buy the magazine at http://www.popshotpopshot.com/ or click on the magazine cover.
The End of Hope
Winner of third prize in the International Rubery Book Award short story competition 2012.
‘On the day the last polar bear died, people wept openly in the streets. Strangers huddled together in groups, staring at silent TV screens in shop windows. Employees came out of their cubicles and gathered at water-coolers, discussing the tragedy in hushed tones. Men and women leaked onto the streets, wandering aimlessly with grief-stricken faces. Traffic thinned out and came almost to a standstill. After an hour, the mobile phone networks had gone down due to heavy use. By the end of the day, there was a river of flowers propped up against the enclosure where the bear had lived.’
You can read the full story in the anthology – By the light of the moon, edited by Clare Morrall.
Winner of fourth prize in the National Association of Writer’s Groups open short story competition 2012.
‘I was told, once, that the meaning of the word paradise is a walled garden. In fact, paradise is a garden whose seasons change with the surfacing of a memory, the faint yearning of a time long gone. And so, in the high blaze of summer, I might open my scarred back door to admit the scent of apples and wood smoke. I can walk then, on a path painted gold with burnished leaves and feel myself enfolded by the expectant intimacy of autumn. Wearied by the gloomy frigidity of too many winter days, I might sense the promise of spring germinating beyond the door. I can strip my claustrophobic layers at the threshold, and slip out with airy steps, onto a lawn peppered with purple crocuses, in the dappled shade of branches jewelled with waxy buds.’
As this story wasn’t published, you can read the full story here.
This piece of flash fiction was published on the Sarah Potter Writes blog, where I was a guest storyteller in October 2014. It was inspired by the activities of the Order of the White Feather, an organisation active in World War One, with the purpose of shaming men into enlisting by encouraging women to present them with a white feather. You can read the story here.
The shoe thief – special commendation Prole Magazine Prolitzer Prize for Prose Writing 2014
The last bus home – runner up, What the Dickens Magazine / Miracle e-zine ‘Spooky Tales’ competition 2014
The last bus home – top 15 shortlist The Fiction Desk ghost story competition 2016
Reckoning – long-listed for Fish short story competition 2013/14
Reckoning – shortlisted for Cinnamon Press short story award 2013
The girl I was – shortlisted for Mslexia short story competition 2012
The silk-wife – top 50 shortlist Mslexia short story competition 2016