The Circus

e used to bet on pantomime horses and somehow always win. As the chief clown he always knew which way the wind blew because quite frankly, he was the one blowing the raspberries. Always the contrary cha

Writing Prompt #19

Today’s prompts are here! Use them however you please, just be sure and tag this post when you use it! He used to bet on pantomime horses I want to be better than a monkey The picture could also be used too if you like! Good luck and enjoy the writing!

Submissions- We Need You!

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Flashback Friday #6- The Bookshop

Around 18 months ago, I started writing about this character, but I never actually found out his name. He ran a bookshop that he had inherited. He is probably autistic, and has tenancies toward being a savant.

Writing Collaboration #16- Passing By

She saw him. She hadn’t been expecting it. He was walking along the street, hands in his coat pockets, face turned up to the bright autumn sun. He looked happy. Happier than anyone should look. Happier than anyone had a right to in this world.

Submissions- Hands Up Who's In!

I am toying with an idea. It’s not the most original idea in the world, but I want to create and curate an online site. I want to fill it with great works and make sure that the original writer gets the credit for it. It’s going to be called ‘The Finest Example‘ and I’d…

Writing Prompts 2019: The Stars

I started posting writing prompts a couple of months ago after enjoying writing based on prompts given to me by others in my 30 Day Writing Challenge. I’ve always been someone that needs a slight jumping off point when it comes to starting to write, so I decided to start creating prompts that others could…

Christmas Writing Challenge #4

Follow my blog with Bloglovin The Christmas Thief When a small town shoplifter finds himself locked in a cell three days before Christmas is offered the opportunity to make a mends by playing Santa in the local hospital’s Christmas festivities, he sees the opportunity to pull the ultimate seasonal heist. Eyeing the presents on the…

Automatic Writing #3

Why then six sick sink hole sized faces in the night do we the undersigned under sighs of silent night tears- tear apart this wretched soulless soul until tills ring out in triumphant terror the dawning of a dead age of aged lime- wire cauterising the silenced humanity that falls out face-first into the scorched…