A.S. Thomson
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A Ripper of a Tale.
Like many writers, especially those with an interest in the darker side of the human condition, I have a fascination with Jack the Ripper. The killings were quite horrendous but I’m sure they are not alone in their violence, even for their time at the end of the 19th century. What endures is the mystery…
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No, YouTube are addicted!
Hello. My name is Annette and I’m addict. It’s not what you might think. I don’t drink and I don’t abuse drugs, prescription or not. I’m addicted to YouTube and the many wonders it has shown me. I log on several times a day to see what new surprises it has in store, and oh,…
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Butter by Asako Yuzuki – Review
Manako Kajii loves to cook almost as much as she likes to eat. She dated older men and took their gifts, mainly financial, providing gourmet quality food in return. But after the death of her three gentlemen, she sits in prison, convicted for their murders. Rika Machida, a junior writer for a weekly magazine, is…
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The Particular Salinity Of Tears
Thalia walks the beach each day. She goes at dawn when the sun pinks the sky behind the hills and dew pearls the grass along the roadside. The beach is small and narrow, nestled between two outcrops of rock where seals bask with their pups. Low tide doesn’t add much to the beach’s depth. It…
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Life … finds a way.
No, YOU grow up.
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A Yorkshire Break
My husband and I are just home from a week in Yorkshire with our daughter and our dogs. It was wonderful. We were very lucky with the weather, our accommodation — a converted cowshed dating back to 1653 — was just lovely, and our trip there and back was uneventful: the best kind of journey…
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The Magician: an abra-cada-bra poem.
I’ve just joined a local writing group that meets virtually, once a week. The leader suggests a few different prompts for each meeting, one of this week’s being a ‘magical poem’ of three stanzas with the rhyming scheme abra-cada-bra. I do like a challenge so this is my contribution below. Some of you may recognise…
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Monsters
Mummy, there’s monsters! They’re under the bed! They wake up at night and they creep. Darling, these monsters are all in your head. Now be a good girl, go to sleep. But mummy, those monsters ARE under the bed. They have eyes that glow green in the dark. Those monsters just live in the book…
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Don’t Talk to me About Life
I look back with nostalgia To when fibromyalgia Was merely a good score in Scrabble When getting up from my chair Did not make me swear And I could keep docs away with an apple. When at night I could sleep Pain would not make me weep And I could stand for a while without…
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You Are What You Eat
This short story was published in Flash Flood Journal several years ago. It is very loosely based on something said in a real life incident. You’ve got to love the internet (and friends who share the weirdness with you). Trigger warning: this story is very dark, contains bad language, low morals and pigs. Still with…
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