The pain of it all could not even be imagined by the most empathetic onlooker. Who was the stranger who had cut me in half and abandoned me by the road? Every trace of her had been removed, every fibre, every atom and yet I could still feel her there - overshadowing every thought and … Continue reading Modern Poetry – The Love of a Colour
A Short Story by Marijka Bright Fadwa had accepted her fate long ago, when she had decided to put love ahead of all else. She couldn’t know however, that her fate would catch up to her so soon. She stood, surrounded by angry faces; faces of those she knew and some she didn’t. How could … Continue reading A Hibiscus Touch
by Marijka Bright A green bottle, kicked over in the rush, lay idly in the sunshine. Its contents had spilled onto the sand, grains coagulated beneath the neck of the bottle, and the moisture spread out radially from within. The sun's rays slowly began its process of evaporation and an odour of lemon and … Continue reading The Green Bottle
Here is a piece I wrote a little while back, experimenting with writing in the 2nd person. It isn't an easy thing to do, as it is not the usual perspective that is used in writing - but if done well it can be very effective. I'll let you be the judge as to whether … Continue reading Critical Mass (A story in the 2nd person perspective)
A Common Thread I cover my face from the prying eyes of the many, Shades of grey colour my view of the world, Blessed with the sight of a thousand yesterdays, We see what we want, but we observe nothing. I cover my body, fortified against the world outside, I wrap it tightly in … Continue reading Sunday Poetry – A Common Thread.
It is that time of year again, where darkness rules and the heady days of summer seem like a lifetime ago. Winter's chill is taking its toll and the only respite is the thought of a little Christmas cheer, here and there. But there is only so much that the Christmas Markets, Plätzchen and Glühwein … Continue reading The Glooms by Marijka Bright
Here is a wonderful review and well written synopsis of my debut novel, ‘Underneath the Killing Tree.’
Full disclosure – I was provided a copy of this short story by the author but have voluntarily chosen to write a review. All opinions are my own.
On a sunny morning in 1920, Emlyn Quinn is found hanging from the linden tree on the lushly landscaped estate of Loxley Hall. Ruled as a suicide, her passing is dismissed by the local authorities and may have gone unnoticed had it not been for Mary. Mary Loxley, Emlyn’s kid sister has returned to Loxley Hall from Paris after receiving a cryptic message for Emlyn just days earlier. Convinced that Emlyn’s death was not a suicide but a murder, Mary is determined to uncover the truth.
In present day, Detective Inspector Andy Bliss is called to a gruesome crime scene in the industrial district. With the victim being the proverbial “one that got away” in the Detective’s history, he should…
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Limerence is a relatively recent addition to the English dictionary. The word was coined in 1977 by an author who was looking for a word to describe someone who was in a state of infatuation. Some people mistakenly use it as a noun to describe someone who is in love - however their is a … Continue reading Word of the Day: Limerence
I once knew a cat named Nefa. I was never certain as to whether she was named after the Egyptian queen, Nefertiti, or if her name came about due to her notoriously sinister actions. Nefa enjoyed sitting high above, swiping her sharpened claws indiscriminately at all who passed! Regardless of the origins of Nefa's name … Continue reading Word of the Day: Nefarious
To be completely frank, I had never known the exact meaning of the word perspicacity. I had heard it a number of times and had made an educated guess as to its meaning from the context that it had been used, however I had always been too lazy to pick up the dictionary and check … Continue reading Word of the Day: Perspicacity