The Slave Girl and the Merchant’s Son Part 2 OF 5.

The mistress was practically running toward Zara. Zara froze, fear gripping her. She wondered what she had done now. “Quickly,” the mistress urged, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her hard to get her to move. They basically ran down the hall and into the mistress’s chamber, then she was flung into the female … More The Slave Girl and the Merchant’s Son Part 2 OF 5.

Writing Tip Wednesday: Writing in your natural voice.

Welcome to Writing Tip Wednesday where every Wednesday I will bring you some writing tips from published authors. Today’s writing tip is all about Voice. When you are writing a story, it is important to write in your own style, in your own voice. Everyone’s writing style is different and unique, and it’s something that … More Writing Tip Wednesday: Writing in your natural voice.

Short Story: The Slave Girl and the Merchant’s Son Part One/Five.

Zara trembled as she followed the merchant inside the large stone house. He started giving orders to the waiting slaves, orders she couldn’t hear because of the sound of her heart in her ears. She was pushed into a chair and a pile of food was placed in front of her. After eating as much … More Short Story: The Slave Girl and the Merchant’s Son Part One/Five.

Spotlight Saturday: Shadows – The Rephaim book 1

Welcome to my first ever Spotlight Saturday where every Saturday I’ll be shining the spotlight on a book by an Australian author that I think is worth the read. Today I would like to shine the spotlight on Paula Weston’s ‘Shadows: The Rephaim book 1.’ since it has been released this month in the UK. … More Spotlight Saturday: Shadows – The Rephaim book 1

Things to come.

I love reading writing tips from authors, they are very helpful things indeed. I was reading some tips last night and thought they’d be good to share with everyone, which sparked an idea. From now on, every Wednesday will become ‘Writing Tip Wednesday’, and I’ll post  writing tips from authors to help us writers out.  Since … More Things to come.

A Kiss Forgotten.

Anna covered her ears with her hands. She was sixteen but felt as helpless as a six-year-old. Her parents’ fighting filtered through her closed door, her hands. She closed her eyes and hummed, but she couldn’t block them out. She knew this could go on for hours and she couldn’t stand it, not for another … More A Kiss Forgotten.