The Windy Wheelbarrow

Rusty dusty spirals lay ahead of him and his eyes squinted as he tried to make out the other side and Antonick sighed in these gales it was impossible to tell how far he had come how far he had left to go but he knew he must finish his trip the queen was expecting him in her palatial nest just over the high end...

#Writephoto: The Rabbit and the Warrior

Author’s Notes: Once again KL Caley has supplied a great #Writephoto prompt which can be found here https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/04/01/writephoto-rabbit/ As I am working on some notes for a sonnet form and need an example I thought I would use the Grammarian Sonnet. My rabbit seems to be more appearing than vanishing but equally mystical I guess … Continue reading #Writephoto: The Rabbit and the Warrior

Edge of Twilight 5 – The Photoshoot

The Young Vixen had managed to convince Bel to employ Vanda and Reynard. Bel had been unsure, but the Young Vixen had argued it would look more professional. In return she had promised to tempt the Old Fox into joining them too. ‘He’d would look so dapper in some of her more gentlemanly fashions,’ Bel had said.

Edge of Twilight 3 – The Young Vixen’s Dilemma

Edge of Twilight 3 – The Young Vixen’s Dilemma The words of the Masked Bandit haunted the Young Vixen in the days following their confrontation. In normal circumstances she would have talked things out with the Old Fox, hoping he would have some gem of wisdom to help her. This time she was under no illusions, if she told the Old Fox what Rigby Raccoon had said to her, he would be insistent she gave up her new job.

Edge of Twilight

Edge of Twilight Part 1 As they sat on the old wooden bench at the edge of twilight the Old Fox and the Young Vixen stared into the fading horizon. They snacked on pink sherbet popcorn and drank the remains of a bottle of alcohol-free wine.

Airs and Graces

Flash Fiction 350 - Fantasy Langstone Crescent had once been the elite part of town, where the privileged wealthy had set up home. Now, the once height of fashion homes looked shabby and rundown as the rest of the town. Still Margot Jennings tried to keep lofty standards and still considered herself a cut above the other inhabitants of the town.