Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

This story has been inspired by: http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ He was gone, finally out of my life. I sat down within my own home that I had fought for the last three years to get from the court.  The sentences what are you doing? You are forty and going to be single? I was criticised for making the decision to divorce Peter. But I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do. He had slept with somebody else. I just couldn't live with him as he had broken my heart and was it right for me just to forget it and take him back?  'I am really sorry'. 'Who was she?' 'It isn't anyone you know' 'When?' 'It was at the conference when I was away for five days'. I couldn't believe what he was saying, another woman after our ten years of marriage. It didn't make any sense. I felt that we had been happy and I had always worked hard within our relationship. But now everything changed fro...

This piece was written as part of the Writing Prompts Competition, which you can find details can be found here:  http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ I  look at the text it says 'I'm sorry I am not ready for a committed relationship'. I can't believe it, no phone call, no discussion one to one, Beth has just ended our sixth month relationship with a text. Is it really like this in today's world?     I had only gone back to dating after my failed marriage, well 'failed' I say as it was what my mother called it 'failed'. Kirsty left me after two years of our marriage, we just drifted apart and we had both got married really young. But for my mother it was always going to fail and she loved to rub the salt into the wound. I really was doubtful about going into the world of dating, it was all websites, profiles and contacting over messages no one to one to talk anymore. I am an old fashioned guy I just met Kirsty a...

Time is supposed to heal isn’t it? That’s what people keep telling me. I look out of the window at the hustle and bustle of people, buses, cars, and motorcycles. Life is constantly on the go, moving, transforming, evolving, life is outside of the window. But for me life has stopped.  It’s been two years since Eric died, my life is still empty with his clothes out of the wardrobe, his knick knacks all gone to charity and my finger now without a ring. I look outside at life’s beauty unable to touch it to exist in it, I am in a different place full of pain, grief and emptiness.   I keep telling myself that somehow the past will go away, the memories will fade away, I keep getting told I look so well and that I look happy. But people cannot see the agony I have and the loss I hold inside me it doesn’t go away. It’s inside me the pain, prickling me like thorns from a rose bush and I like the traffic outside simply move on and on forward but inside me is the agony. I ...