Extract: High Tide in the City

High Tide in the City is a noir cyberpunk novel by Martine Lillycrop. The following is an extract from the book, available now on Amazon Forget the turban, the Asian music, wispy beard and joss sticks, where he lived said more about Sitaroo Man than his appearance. His next-door neighbour was the council’s high-level housing…

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I wrote a poem too :)

So tomorrow is Undiagnosed Children’s Day, for kids with genetic wossnames wrong with them, but of such vanishing rarity that no-one really knows what’s up. At that point we get into frontier science and medicine. Nenna (my daughter, 6) has been submitted, along with thousands of other kids for a country wide study called Deciphering…

A Message from Alexander McCall Smith

  “A few years ago I wrote a poem about winter that I recently retrieved from a cupboard…. It is not news, of course, but it says something about what I feel when I look today out of my study window onto the landscape of winter around me. I know that when I go up…

You are the apple of my eye

Today’s writing prompt is to construct a poem, each line should have one word starting with the next letter of the alphabet and the the poem should be written for someone or something you care about. I did this on a writing course and we had a time limit of half an hour. The idea was…

Baby Suet by John Stone

We’ve a new contributor to the blog.  Let’s welcome Jonathan Stone, who’s written the following short story for critiquing.  This is the first time John has had his work read and, as we know, that’s a fragile and scary moment, so lots of encouragement, please! Baby Suet was motionless in shock. She had not expected…

Mate Rajdla (Revised Version) by Anne David

This is the revised version of Anne David’s piece – Mate Rajdla – based on comments made by our blog readers. For the original go here. There are times when a single moment happens and it’s not until years later that you realise that that moment was a representation of all that took place at…

Mate Rajdla by Anne David

A snippet of new writing from Anne Brayley for feedback and constructive criticism.

There are times when a single moment happens and it’s not until years later that you realise that that moment was a representation of all that took place at that time.