No, I’m not losing my memory.
It’s the title of my latest story.
At only 700 words, it’s a very short story, again written with a Writing Magazine competition in mind.
The inspiration was a wonderful novel written by Joe Brainard, called simply, I Remember, in which every paragraph begins with the words… ‘I remember’. Continue reading “Eleven things I don’t remember”
When a travelling monk seeks refuge in a monastery, he doesn’t expect to be accused of the theft of a precious holy relic.
Luckily, Brother Benjamin is blessed with a sharp mind and cleverly uncovers the real thief.
This #30days30shorts story was inspired by an information board overlooking a local field. It describes how an ancient priory once stood on the site, which housed the Friars of the Sack. Sadly, nothing much is known about the vanished priory, nor the monks who lived there. Continue reading “Monks and relics”
The task?
To weave these three words into a story:
1) bag
2) upload
3) cheese
I don’t like shopping, so collecting handbags has no appeal for me, but I read a newspaper article about a woman who went on a shoplifting spree and stole hundreds of designer bags, which she then put up for sale on the Internet. Turning this into a fiction piece allowed me to use two of the words above. Continue reading “Bags and bags and bags”
A romantic trip in a small boat is a strange choice, when your wife can’t swim.
This was yesterday’s NaNoWriMo piece and it’s set on a Caribbean island where Mr Palmer-Smith is taking his wife out in a small boat for a romantic picnic.
It’s a strange choice, since his wife is afraid of water because she can’t swim.
This is another one of those stories that’s been simmering in my head for some time. There were a number of different ways I could have told it. Continue reading “Day 13 and it better be WATERTIGHT”
Oh yes, there is nothing more intriguing than a narrator who leads you up the garden path.
Or, in this case, down to Ward 4, where cash is mysteriously going missing.
This was one of those short stories where I started out with a voice in my head and a vague idea that it would involve theft in a medical setting. I started writing, and the story simply wrote itself. Continue reading “Unreliable”
Ruth Livingstone 