This is the short fiction piece I wrote for the Writers' Group that I talked about last week. The prompt was "What I Did On My Holiday" with a word limit of 500 words. Hope you enjoy it and Happy Friday! The flux drive thrummed as the cruiser powered over the grassland, away from the … Continue reading What I Did On My Holiday
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Mountain Rescue
Mountain Rescue Melanie woke up shivering, her forearm resting on the bare stone. It was still dark, something that didn’t seem to change about this mountain range; it had been well over a week since she had seen the sun, only a shade longer than she had been in the mountains. She was lost, that … Continue reading Mountain Rescue
The Heart of the Forest: Part 2
The Heart of the Forest Part 2: Esther & Amber “Essie?” He moved towards the stone archway, thinking that she must have moved off. Maybe she thought she had seen the path and decided to check if that was what it was. He moved under the archway and called her name again, but she was … Continue reading The Heart of the Forest: Part 2
The Heart of the Forest: Part 1
The Heart of the Forest Part 1: A Short Cut Golden sunlight poured through the forest canopy, striking down in such thin shafts that Robin thought that they would cut his skin if he walked through them. It was cool in the shade of the trees, though, and a walk in the forest was far … Continue reading The Heart of the Forest: Part 1
The Bloody Hill
The Bloody Hill The Hill was in front of him. It had many different names since no one knew what it was rightly called, but to Oscar it was just The Hill. On occasion it became The Bloody Hill or other contemptuous names, but usually it was just The Hill. It was a monolith in … Continue reading The Bloody Hill
The Strength of the Pack: Part 5
The Strength of the Pack Part V: The Strength of the Wolf Connor sat in the rear carriage of the train staring straight ahead trying to see the platform. He laughed at himself, thinking how much like a kid he must look, but hi stop was next and he was eager to set his feet … Continue reading The Strength of the Pack: Part 5
The Strength of the Pack: Part 4
The Strength of the Pack Part IV: Fear Itself Connor’s eyes snapped open. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs as he emerged hazily from sleep; the icy ground beneath his side meant that he must have slept outside again. Snow fell, pure white, from the sky settling in his hair and biting like … Continue reading The Strength of the Pack: Part 4
The Strength of the Pack: Part 3
The Strength of the Pack Part III: Silent Night Snow settled in Connor’s hair. Wind whipped at the thin, dirty shirt he was wearing and he lifted his hands automatically to warm them with his breath, even though the cold did not touch him. He was used to the cold and embraced it; numbness kept … Continue reading The Strength of the Pack: Part 3
The Strength of the Pack: Part 2
The Strength of the Pack Part II: The Scent of Fear Fireworks exploded in the night sky, stars and rockets in a myriad of colours crackling into nothingness to the admiration of the crowd below. It was a little overcast tonight, by comparison to the clear blue sky of the day, but the cloud cover … Continue reading The Strength of the Pack: Part 2
The Hands of a Healer
The Hands of a Healer Sam woke from his usual dreams irritable and tired. He looked at the alarm clock by the bed out of routine, rather than from a wish to know the time. Sunlight circumvented his attempts to block it out by creeping around the sides of the blinds and over the top … Continue reading The Hands of a Healer
Nick Palmer 