The Potentials by Adrian Woodland makes the Times/Chickenhouse Children's Fiction Longlist Big news! My novel The Potentials  has been...

Silence is far from golden, as they promise For silence leads only to the pounding of those palpitations And whooshing in the brain, like...

How easy, it be To walk back into misery On the cusp of being free And Happy How easy, it be To ignore that unease, the one that lingers...

Gareth Swift rang the local pizza shop and ordered a deep pan, half pepperoni and half Margherita. He ran up the stairs and changed into...

A weary Police Cadet tramped along the muddy track leading out of the Tunnel of Trees, past the farmer's field, towards Hatley Village....

i was thinking about this spider not some fang wielding, venom dripping, hairy-legged Australian demon just a normal house spider with...

Standing, ragged from pain and shelter from rain Panicked souls of those needing help Or ravers sniffing cocaine Now standing proud in...

It was quick. Sharp. Edged like sawn metal. It scratched. It drew blood. Dressed as rose petal. It swelled like oceans. Pulled with tide....

Red berry, your blossom attracts very many bees Your scarlet pox spread bright through prickled thorns and leaves Red berry, does your...

I make my home by the sea, whilst you, fair Ness, remote and wild and free.

It's almost time for foxes, The end of winter brings the sound Of canids bringing cubs around As March sees fences creaking And snouts...

A piece submitted, and published in, the Revivals issue of The Edge Magazine 2019 Pauline placed the noose over her head and around her...

Round is black and round is white Round is ball and round is bike Round is all shades in between Round is coloured, red to green...

Since Covid has spoiled my enjoyment of leaving flash-fiction on train seats for commuters to read, I'll be adding random works here...