Welcome to Bridget's blogs...

Hi everybody, welcome to the blogs page. There are three different categories of blogs:

Personal blogs: these are my blogs. About things in my life, where I've been, my opinions.

Stories: My short stories.

Book blogs: Blogs about books, authors, and other literary subjects.

Awesome Allshorts is available in paperback!


the cover of the book

Those hard workers at Awesome Indies have released Awesome Allshorts, their collection of short stories, in paperback JUST MERE DAYS AGO. (You can see my review here.

Short story: Friday Afternoon




I like the colour green.

Short story: Club



Swaying, shaking, bright lights tight skirt tall heels.

Short story: The Architect



Each day, the architect strides into his penthouse office with two hundred and seventy degree panoramic views and a large oak display table.

Short story: The Battle



The assembly look smart; boots that glisten, bayonettes that gleam, hats sitting regally as even their feathers stay firm in the gentle breeze.

Short story: Housekeeper



If cleanliness and orderliness are next to Godliness I would already be in heaven. A place for everything and everything in it's place; my place is among dusted shelves, knick-knacks lined up with military precision, coffee tables that have never been within spitting distance of coffee.

Short story: Territory



Public policy, budget restrictions, pandering to the moral majority, funding eccentricities, a hodgepodge of papers, politicians, tight organisation, paternalism, ignorance, apathy.

Short story: Destiny



The ceremony was lazy and golden, with boquets and bumblebees and a serene joy permeating the proceedings.

Short story: Eight Thirty Five AM



I keep my head down as I walk along, and it feels like I'm in a black and white movie, travelling lack-lustrely in the same direction as everyone else on the street as though we are a dull shoal of fish in blacks and greys.

Short story: Meeting



Sitting at the oak table, staring down at his spotted red tie with his knees pressed together and his hands slippery. There's muttering around the room, the whispering of chair wheels and the creaking of stiff joints, a synthesis of old men, money and expensive suits.

Short story: Affair



I loosen my suspender and slide my device for devious journalists over my tweed skirt and onto my lap.

Short story: Operation



When I wake under a laughable cliche of starched white sheets for the same day in a row I realise my recovery is not complete by any stretch of the elastic nightgown although my operation is complete and a success.

Short story: In The Garden Shed



Imitation vanilla essence;
gun powder, thingumies and lint.

Short story: Pet



She wears a deadpan expression, maybe sultry, maybe smoky, maybe wistful, maybe bored.

Short story: Squat



Chemical extraction in a filthy rental, smoke blue walls and shattered cold windows blacked out by sooty towels.

Short story: Adventure



The ocean heaves lethargically, restless and sad with unbearable tight tears.

Short story: Trouble



Run. Open the door, slam it shut, run.

Short story: Hog

The old man. In the corner, all the sure signs of a consumate smoker painted plain as fragile grey skin on his face, sipping a beer and looking hangdog and blank at the same time.

Short story: Empty Room

Behind the expensive oak paneling, a dazzle of diamonds taut with anticipation lay in wait.

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