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)
My review of lesser known Agatha Christie novels continues with her 1945 novel, Sparkling Cyanide. It is the fourth in the Colonel Race series. Image sourced from Amazon.com and used under the rules of fair use. To purchase this book from Amazon click here. "Six people were thinking of Rosemary Barton who had died … Continue reading Sparkling Cyanide
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
Over the last few months I have been working hard to complete my first short story collection and today it has finally hit the shelves. Some of the stories you will recognise from my 10 stories in 10 days challenge (Edited and expanded upon of course) and other stories I have been working on for … Continue reading The Monsters in my Mind, Beat their Chests
The Faceless Few Our world has been ruled for generations by the faceless few. Men who believe that they are genetically superior and fundamentally more intelligent than the rest of us. They believe that they are the shepherds of humanity and that without their leadership all would be lost. What they don’t understand is that … Continue reading DAY 10 – The Faceless Few
Ruminations with a Seal The kestrel sat on the wire stalking its prey. Its grand feathers, speckled white and brown, shined upon its chest. It spread its grey wings majestically as it swooped downward into the long grass. It emerged again with a chestnut coloured field mouse dangling lifelessly from its talons – another successful … Continue reading DAY 9 – Ruminations with a Seal
Today I have written an experimental piece. The change in POV is supposed to depict the loss of control the main character in experiencing, over his own actions. I'm not certain it has worked - but it was worth a try for the sake of art! The Homunculus I called her name and silence was … Continue reading DAY 8 – The Homunculus
