Her Chicken Scratch / Short Stories


He paced back and forth. Back and forth. Almost as circular as the spinning leafs from the wind. They spun and spun. Lifting only slightly off the cracked pavement. It was warm outside but somehow the breeze managed to cling to his ribcage. Sending shivers across his body. He’d make quick glances to the hospital … Continue reading

Her Chicken Scratch / Uncategorized


A considerably short blurb about the ‘lesser-understood’ parts of writing!   There is twenty-four hours in a day – so there is always time to write. That’s what I like to say, as a ‘budding’ author. However most of the time it’s a battle not between fighting for your sacred writing time, but a tousle between … Continue reading