
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Competition: Holiday Hop!

Friday, 9 December 2011
Flash Fiction: See A Penny

The dapper man picked up a penny. He rolled it around in his fingers, enjoying the coolness of it. It was raining, and he had had only seen it because the bronze colour had shone up in the middle of a shallow puddle.
The dapper man remembered a rhyme he had heard when he was tiny. See a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck. He thought there might be more to it than that, but that was enough for now. He had a Very Important Meeting to go to that afternoon, and if a bit of extra luck came his way, so much the better. He slipped the penny into his pocket and strode onwards, letting the rain hit him as hard as it could, challenging it to. He was that sort of man.
The meeting went well. Very well. So well, in fact, that the dapper man started to plan his early retirement, complete with yacht, summer house in the South of France, and ridiculous sports car that no one could really fit in well enough to drive.
His plan also included spending a lot of time in Monaco, and possible Las Vegas. He wanted to gamble and this deal would give him the money to do it. The dapper man, with his lucky penny and his six figure business deal decided that now would be a good time to start. He strode into the bookies and placed a bet. A few bets. Many bets. All were for tomorrow’s races; he could sit at home and watch the money roll in.
The dapper man did sit at home. He did watch the races. He lost every single one of them. And as he was telling himself not to worry, it didn’t matter that he’d just lost all of his savings because the Very Important Deal would fix everything, he got a phone call. The deal was off. It was a shame he hadn’t actually signed anything during that Very Important Meeting.
It was also a shame he’d forgotten the second part of the rhyme; See a penny, give it away, and your good luck is bound to stay…
©Lisamarie Lamb 2011
Friday, 2 December 2011
Sheppey Writing Workshop: Editing

Friday, 25 November 2011
Poem: Any Time After Now

Any Time After Now
And I wonder who they are
And how they know me.
And they do know me so well.
Maybe I am one of them;
Are they calling me home?
Calling me to join them?
I think I want to follow,
But I know I don’t;
I can’t – how can I?
How can I even when they want me so badly?
It’s terrible timing.
My life keeps taking and grabbing
And I cannot stop it.
They are silent now, of course.
They’ve given up – given up on me.
Decision made.
Not my fault, nothing to do with me…
Innocent innocence.
But I would have gone, followed, left,
If they had asked
Any time after now.
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Published: At The Water's Edge

Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Published: Satan's Toybox - Demonic Dolls

"In the world of Satan’s Toybox, nothing is ever what it seems, and being Barbie might not be all it’s cracked up to be. None of the dolls in these stories are the harmless comforting companions you may remember. From a haunted dollhouse to possessed porcelain dolls; you’ll find mischief, mayhem and bloody murders in these 18 tales.
"You’ll find Mexican "Worry Dolls" who will make you worry, a lonely woman's cherished companions, a little girl's vehicle for revenge, a beautiful doll with a strange taste for blood, an adult movie star's look alike doll, the strange world of Barbie, an evil doll maker’s minions, a witch's influential dolls, a dollhouse with revolving occupants, living dolls who punish the criminal, a foreign clown doll intent on possession, a lonely child's one true friend, a demon doll who collects the souls of the innocent, and a doll possessed by none other than Jack the Ripper.
"So go ahead, turn out the lights, cuddle up and prepare to be terrified. Just don’t take your eyes off the toybox…"
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Sheppey Writing Workshop: Plotting
