Three Wishes for Jet
Three Wishes for Jet It’s Tuesday, dawn, and we’re beachcombing, and when I run along the water’s edge, my feet slap the ripples, making a noise like sea lions do when they clap their flippers together. Jet can bark like…
Pat Barnett
Dazzler
She was given the name Violet because of the colour of her eyes and placed on the top of the family’s Christmas tree, where she sparkled and practised her secret art of dazzling – After the Christmas holiday was over,…
Pat Barnett’s Creatures
Discover the Enchanting Tapestries of Imagination Dive into a world where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary with Pat Barnett’s *Creatures: A Whimsical Journey Through Myth and Mystery*. This captivating collection of tales weaves together the fantastical with the familiar,…
Connecting the Thread
When the truck-driver saw the cloud of dust rising from the mountainside he knew it was a sizable landslide, so wasting no time he pulled his wagon onto the hard shoulder, reached for his binoculars and focused them onto the…
The Mood Mender
‘I’m having second thoughts.’ ‘Look Angie, we’re nearly there now,’ Josie snapped as she used the cuff of her designer cardigan to wipe away the mist from the driver’s side of the windscreen. I did the same on my side…
The Donation
Major Harrison knelt down and scooped the feather-light dregs of humanity into his arms ignoring the myriad of lice that crawled onto him, he held the infant close. ‘Who found her?’ He whispered. The rest of us had all presumed…
Horror photos
For the sake of my sanity, I need to tell this story as it happened: hour-by-hour, but to put you in the picture, here’s a little of the background which led to the dreadful chain of events. On Thursday and…
Fractured images
My name is Katherine, though mother called me Katie, which I disliked. I am soon to be twelve years old and this is my first diary entry. The date is June the twentieth in the year of our Lord 1899…
The Monk’s Cowl
(This short story popped into my head when Suzanne, landlady of the Bay Horse showed some members of the writing group the exact location of a priest’s hole, and I thought, what if…?) Amongst the clientele of the Bay Horse…
Debut Theatre Performance
I’m going to be a star. My Nana said not to fidget on stage. I know I fidget because Miss Johnson says I do. Miss Johnson says if I learn not to fidget, then I can practise Megan Clutterbuck’s lines…