Editor’s Choice

I had a surprise email the other day telling me that one of my stories from last year has been shortlisted for Editor’s Choice Award over at Flash Fiction Magazine. Eight stories are in the list and present a really interesting variety of writing. I recommend heading over and giving them a read if you […]

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Flash fiction in The Hyacinth Review

Yesterday, I had a story published in the first issue of The Hyacinth Review, a new journal for the arts. The piece was on the theme of ‘flowers’ and is based around elements of my upbringing and memories of parents. You can read the piece here:

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Life Lines

Dot plodded round the balcony, switching on the lights. She collected her mop and bucket from the cupboard by the gemstones, her name scrawled across it in marker pen.   “It’s my bucket,” she once yelled at an agency cleaner, a scrawny kid who tried to laugh it off but folded under her glare. It […]

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A Thank You

I’d just like to say thank you to all the people who have visited my site recently. It’s been a tough couple of months for a number of reasons and every like and follow means a lot and encourages me to keep going. I’m busy working on a non-fiction submission about Dartmoor and have some […]

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The message

“Man admits to string of rapes in Manchester area.. “ Colin looks away from the newsfeed on the wall of the bus and down at his phone. He swipes at the pop-ups, just in case any messages have been smothered. Nothing. A flashing ad on the back of the seat forces his gaze. “Protect your […]

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Bassline

The car inched forward as rush hour traffic crawled across the junction. A faint rhythm sailed over from the barbershop and Damien picked it up, tapping on the door while he surveyed the street. “So what about Keisha, man? What’s going on?” asked Jerome. Damien leaned back in the seat and put on a grin. […]

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The sky is ours

Their chanting beat against the morning stillness as Ahmed rolled the tyre along with a steady brush of his hand. The youngsters grinned like it was a new game, but the others knew better. This was their duty. Tarek looked back at the pillars of black smoke rising above the buildings. He was used to […]

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