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)
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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Here is my short story - written for the 2017 Berlin Writing Prize - the theme, Home is Elsewhere: THE TALENT SHOW It's all a cosmic joke. It must be. There's no other explanation for it. We were the only ones to make it out. The only ship to escape 'The Blackening' and yet we … Continue reading The Talent Show