Belle Âme

Flash Fiction — Murder Mystery

As I write this, I’ve always wondered whether my story — a story of murder, one of…

A London Night

Flash Fiction

The city’s tall buildings engulfed the skyline as I drive, an honour which didn’t…

Serenity

A flower on the table,
A book by the fire,
A house in the woods,
my life is serene,
Serenity coming to me.

Fashionable

Those that are fine can only conceive the tide of fresh that hides my lines.
Fat is beauty, and beauty is best,
Let's not request what we…

Maxwell The Magical

Short Story

A brisk wind blows through the man’s short stubs of hair as he walked through the…