The Silent Prison ~ A Flash Fiction Story

The Silent Prison He’s languishing in there. I can feel it. I don’t need to see him to know how he feels, just looking at those God forsaken walls are enough. What do I do? Cross the road and walk through those wrought iron gates, with my head held high, back stiff and lips pouting…

Flirting With Flash Fiction

Instastory Just Got Real. Literally. A few months ago, I was walking around London, turned a corner and came face to face with this amazing building. I snapped a picture and immediately shared it on my Instagram, like most people in my generation. And like most writers, the cogs in my imagination started whirring and…