short-story – Writer Ravenclaw

Orvieto

This is the last but one chapter from my novella ”Orvieto”. What do you think? Allesandra tapped the steering wheel, as the droplets drummed on the car roof. They ran across the windscreen. Wipers swiped across, as she turned into the hospital carpark. Even though the heater was on the highest setting, damp clung toContinue reading “Orvieto”

The Last Journey

Written for https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/category/word-of-the-day/ Chloe switched her wipers to the fastest setting as her high beams searched for lonely travellers. She preferred the night shift. There were only a handful of passengers. George, the first to embark, his back straight, sat at the front. His nightly visits to The Pied Horse, where he drank two pintsContinue reading “The Last Journey”

Nothing to Fear

Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2025/07/10/reenas-xploration-challenge-389/ School is like standing in the middle of a hurricane. At least that’s what she believed as she hovered beside the entrance of this new secondary school. She glued on her mask and slipped into copy mode. With a smile forced into place, she walked over the threshold. ‘Ode to Joy,’ sheContinue reading “Nothing to Fear”

It’s Okay to be Proud

Written for https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/category/word-of-the-day/ Tomorrow will be a positive experience for me. A win-win situation. I am attending a writing retreat run by my local theatre, ‘‘The Cube’’. Fellow writers (of plays) allowing others to read their work and amateur actors reciting them aloud. If I am lucky, my play could be one of them. IContinue reading “It’s Okay to be Proud”

Broken

Written for https://michnavs.wordpress.com/2024/12/03/day-9-of-16-days-of-activism-campaign-violence-against-women/ and http://dversepoets.com/2024/12/02/prosery-taylor-swift/ ‘Hello, is it possible you could help me?’ he asked. A charming smile lit up the room. Fool me twice, she thought at first. Her ex husband Thomas, armed with a seductive sneer, and expensive flowers, was also an expert and hitting where the bruises didn’t show. Her memory ofContinue reading “Broken”