Welcome, Michelle Cook!

From Michelle’s #WIP… (This is an extract from an early chapter. It’s 2041. The main character, Essie, is about to go on the run after mistakenly revealing her plot to build climate-saving technology without the knowledge of the authoritarian government who rule Essie’s England. She goes to see her friend and boss, Brian, before leavingContinue reading “Welcome, Michelle Cook!”

Welcome, Sarah Davis!

From Sarah’s #WIP, They Had Eyes of Silver… I am lost in this sea of faceless bodies. Propped against the toilet stall’s metal door, Reina reread the words she typed on her phone. Her long, dark brown hair fell forward in waves, hiding the confined restroom stall from view. Although the chilly metal greedily leachedContinue reading “Welcome, Sarah Davis!”

Welcome, Joe Goodglass!

From Joe’s #WIP, The Reservation… A cold gust blew through the midnight air, nearly blinding Carole as she trudged through the field. She could hear them approaching fast; their footsteps growing louder by the second. Her knees, weak and aching, buckled with each step she took, all the while the tall grass scraped along herContinue reading “Welcome, Joe Goodglass!”

Origins of Stories

Atop the Royal Liver Building in Liverpool, sit two Liver Birds. Bertie faces inland, watching over the city. Bella faces out to sea, watching over the seamen. The birds are surely aware of each other’s presence, sitting as they do at opposite ends of the building, pointing away from each other. They surely feel theContinue reading “Origins of Stories”

Welcome, Penny Hampson!

From Penny’s #WIP: Somewhere in the distance, a church bell rang the hour, one o’clock. Freddie, roused from his slumber, turned on his side and pulled the duvet over his head. Trying to relax back into sleep that wouldn’t come, his ears picked up the chimes of the grandfather clock along the corridor outside hisContinue reading “Welcome, Penny Hampson!”

Welcome, Jenny Kane!

From Jenny’s novel, Spring Blossoms at Mill Grange. ‘Do you honestly think I’ll need eighteen pairs of knickers? It’s the Cotswolds, not the Kalahari.’ Thea scooped the entire contents of her underwear drawer onto the bed as Shaun flung open a suitcase. ‘No, I think you’ll need thirty pairs or more, but as you onlyContinue reading “Welcome, Jenny Kane!”


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