Writing, writing and more writing!!

I know you’re all hotly anticipating the final instalment of my latest three part Tiny Tale, Rules To Live By, (I know I am – I haven’t even finished writing the thing yet!), but in the meantime I thought I’d keep you up-to-date with my recent work outside of Bellyful of Art. Rather excitingly, I […]

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Summer Breaks & New Opportunities!!

Now that summer is in full swing (by virtue of it being August, not because we’ve suddenly woken up to weather akin to the Mediterranean…), Bellyful of Art is taking a two week break to replenish its story-based stocks and swot up on a few art exhibitions ready for the autumn. But before I break […]

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Climbing Trees

Amongst tufts of struggling grass, amid the mud and clusters of weeds, the tree rose flagrantly, eyeing its adversaries below with the kind of hauteur that, in nature, only a large oak can muster. The boy found it easily enough – in the glow of a full moon its outline was clearly definable along the […]

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Bang, Bang (Part 2)

Steady gunfire surrounded him. Ben pushed on through the mounting mud unnerved, his hands wrapped tightly around the solid weight of his weapon. As he drew level with his comrades, he noted their tired stance, the varying expressions of trepidation on their weary faces. He was like them, an uncertain advocate, a body of fear. […]

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Love and…

‘Are you all right?’ Alison leans forward, a hand reaching out to touch Tim’s knee. ‘I’m fine. Really.’ ‘You’re very pale.’ ‘It’s the heat.’ He rearranges himself on the blanket, ‘I’m not very good with the heat.’ ‘You’ve always been okay with it before.’ ‘Well, it’s not normally this hot, is it?’ ‘No, I guess […]

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Mummy’s Boy

I’m all ready to go. Suit on, hair brushed, teeth cleaned, the works; my mum would’ve been proud. People are milling about outside. I can sense the tension; the excitement of a big day, like match day. I pace, backwards and forwards, waiting. Eventually I hear the sound of a key in a lock; the […]

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Black Snow

I sat in absolute silence when she told me the first time. My eyes set on hers, head shaking, lips pursed. When she told me the second time, padding her story out with little details forgotten in haste and only thrown in now for a bit of extra gusto, I let my gaze fall to […]

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Cara

Cara had never been a patient person; in any respect. Now, she brought colour back to her cheeks with forceful tugs, bit the paleness from her mouth until red blistered her lips. She watched the clock, she waited. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she listened to the wail of a siren close […]

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The Room

From here on in, I shall regularly post a piece of my own flash fiction (to be found under the category, ‘Tiny Tales’). Comments, criticism and advice are all welcome. If you’re feeling brave, then post a link to your own pieces of fiction and I will gladly return the favour!!       THE […]

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