Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

this piece has been inspired by http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ Dining Table Empty table, empty chairs, candles unlit and bare, promise of what could be basket of pears, but just isn't there. Empty table, empty chairs, candles unlit and vacant promise of what could be a sign of fragrant, but just isn't there. Empty table, empty chairs, table cloth and a beautiful room promise of what could be a bloom of people hustle and bustle, but in reality it isn't there.

This story is inspired by http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ - picture as above: As I gaze out of the window, I can see the hustle of shoppers going into retail giants such as Primark, Marks and Spencer's or Debenham's. Its a mad rush for the best bargain, as I sit in this quiet haven of a coffee shop waiting for Lisa to arrive. I have no idea what she looks like, I tried one of those dating sights Plenty of Fish and we got chatting, she didn't seem to mind that I had tattoo's on my arm and the number 9 3/4.  We seemed to hit it off, as she liked museums and didn't jump to the conclusion that my taste was automatically be heavy rock as my ex- girlfriend seems to constantly think. Its 2 o'clock in the afternoon, in my favourite coffee bar Mad hatter's tea bar, I just love the quirky name and it's simplicity and I felt that a first meeting in this place would'n't be pushing it too much. I didn't want to make ...

This piece is inspired by writing prompts: http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts picture of a girl: As I lay here looking at the ceiling, I can't seem to move, blink or have the desire to get up, he has just told him that he loves someone else and has been having an affair. I didn't realise there were over 10,562 dots in the ceiling tiles, I have counted them over and over again as I lie here in the bed with my shawl wrapped around me keeping me protected. I just stare at the ceiling and the words affair flash at me like headlights of a car. I thought he loved me, James. We had difficulties in our marriage, who doesn't I think as I lie here with my world blown apart by those words. He had been working late, going away to conference but he had always been ambitious and pushing himself so I didn't think it was that...an affair. My legs feel so heavy like a sack of sand and my eyes are not blinking, I am in shock I can't move those wor...

The rays of the sun were appearing in the distant sky, like a flower opening up it’s petals, that floated through the doorway, as I opened the latch. I held the glass of water in my hand, while the beam reflected off, creating a rainbow through the doorway, but it stopped up to the bed where she lay. The sounds of her breathing grew heavier and heavier as it echoed into the street. I wiped a tear from my face.       She laying there with her eyes closed and her body was as stiff as ice. ‘Bibi-Ji pani’ (mother) I said. I tried to make her sip some drops of water and stroked her hair. She looked so tired, and frail as I held her hand. I clutched it tight like a child watching her dense exhale.     The door rattled and I saw two ladies standing at the doorway. They were both wearing Indian suits and had their dupattas covering their heads. The clothes they   wore were dirty and tattered from the lab...

http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ - This story has been inspired by Writing Prompts.      My hand is placed on the window as I sit and watch the train 'chug' 'chug' into the countryside and away from the hustle and bustle of the train station. I am leaving all that I know and being called into the duty for my country and to go into the unknown of war.      My mother couldn't stop crying, my pregnant wife I leave and all my brothers, sister and my uncle as I sit here alone on the train.     I dropped the letter as soon as I received it, I felt conflict in my heart and looked at her and she just knew that I had to go and leave her and my unborn child. I am afraid and only twenty years old but I have to go and abandon all that have and go into battle.       It is peaceful here, the countryside, trees and grass is green but I will be going into chaos, bullets, gun shots and the pain of war and battle...

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...