Anthology month continues with the third installment of the 2026 Anthology. I'd like to extend a huge thank you to all who have supported, read, commented, and reviewed all the stories that have been released so far. We've had 11 stories over the past couple of weeks, with 5 more today If you haven't checked out the first two installments, check out the banner at the top of the page, which will take you to the blogs listing the stories. Will there be a fourth installment? You'll have to be s
The year is almost over! You deserved a long read, and this is a long month so you get one! Woohoo, but maybe this is also one that makes you think. You can escape your own family during the winter doldrums or holidays while you wonder at the drama going on in Ben's because it is a doozy. Then something even stranger enters his life he didn't expect... did you? Make sure you read this story and be ready to share your thoughts!
Designed for You
by @mastershakeme
Length: 83,938
I was twelve years old when my grandmother died. My father woke me up, early that morning, and told me, “Your Gran has gone to Heaven.”
I was confused, no one had told me she was that ill, they certainly hadn’t told me she was dying. I thought that her decreasing health and physical ability was because of her great age, she had seemed so impossibly old to me back then. It was much later that I’d find out what had happened to her.
She was the only grandparent I knew. My father’s parents
I was an awkward thirteen-year-old (a little under ten years before I was diagnosed as dyslexic) when my mother gave me a copy of A Pocketful of Rye by Agatha Christie. At the time I loved the concept of books but I found them so difficult, my reading was so slow and finishing a book seemed like an impossibly difficult task, a mountain too high to climb. This book intrigued me. The cover was macabre, a black bird’s skeleton surrounded by its black feathers, lying on an illustrated sheet music to
The room was quiet; the only sounds there were small and slight, ones that would not normally have been noticed except for the silence there.
There was the mechanical noise of the little pump occasionally leaping into life as it delivered another dose of painkillers. There was the hiss of air escaping as the air mattress slowly inflated and deflated. There was also the sound of his breathing, slow and almost rasping as he drew in air through his parted lips, held that air in his lungs for w
I never actually met Hamish (*), but God did I hate him, and that wasn’t from a personal prejudice.
Martin (my husband) was working for a previous employer but still as a clinical nurse specialist. I know that I am biased, but Martin is very experienced at his job and he knows his subject. Hamish started working at the same trust. He had no clinical experience or qualifications and was working as a manager for a non-clinical service; he managed the trust’s buildings. But this didn’t stop Ha
Autumn 1985
At nineteen, my main mission in life was to “fit in” with the world around me. If I kept my head down and didn’t draw attention to myself then people would not guess my secret and not hate me for it, as I feared. It was a simple but very flawed plan, though at the time it was all I could see to do.
At that time, most of my world revolved around being a member of my church and being a good Christian because that was what was expected of me with my membership there. It was
My writing desk sits under the window in our front bedroom, though we have rarely used the room as such, and it gives me a clear view of the strip of grass on the opposite side of the road. It is that writers’ activity, doing anything else but write, and mine is staring out of that window and watching life pass by on that strip of grass. Whenever I do it, I stop myself, tell myself I should be writing, and turn away from the window, but so often some fascinating tableau out there will catch my a
She was smart, tart
Dry as a martini—
Ah, but underneath…
She was all heart
Something by Puccini—
Ah, but underneath...
Ah, But Underneath, Follies - Original London Cast, Stephen Sondheim
Julia McKenzie, dressed in a white silk dress, walked slowly to the centre of the stage, dry-ice swirling around her feet, and picked out by a single spotlight. Then she stopped, looked off into the middle distance, and began to sing “Losing My Mind”. She stopped the s
“I gave you good script,” Ma to Alan
Cocktail Sticks, a play by Alan Bennett
The writer Alan Bennett has been very open about how much he is inspired by real-life events. He has written plays and film scripts all inspired by real-life events; he has written several volumes of autobiographical essays, and every year or so he publishes extracts from his diary. I’ve seen and read all of them and enjoyed them so much. In his autobiographical play Cocktail Sticks, about his relations
It was a love affair, carried out by letters and parcels, though the love was all on my side. I would wait, with both excitement and anticipation, for each new delivery, some of which would take weeks to arrive.
Aged eighteen, in suburban Liverpool, in the early 1980s, I had little chance of finding any queer literature. The big chain bookshops in the city centre only sold bestsellers and mainstream books. The independent bookshops sold the same bestsellers and sentimental books on local hi
My latest published book is an e-book version of my story Boxing Day 1975. This story is written in the Rashomon style. This is where the same events are told and retold from the prospective of different characters, two or more. My story is about a family watching the Boxing Day film, on television, in 1975. They all have a very different reaction to the film, reflecting the changings times of 1975. The film they are watching is One Million Years BC.
The style/effect is named after the 1950
The first time I saw it she was visiting me and took out her purse to pay for a purchase. There it was, inside her purse, a picture of me. An old and unflattering picture of me. It was a passport photograph, taken years ago. My hair was in a style I’d not had for years, short and flat. I was staring fixedly into the camera, no smile on my face, the harsh light making my skin seem pale and unhealthy. I wondered why she had chosen that one, but I said nothing. It wasn’t an easy question to ask.
Jonathan Roven is Lost is a story I am proud of. It concerns a subject that I have rarely seen written about, namely how a gay couple manages when one of them develops Alzheimer’s Disease. I’m also proud of the journey this story has taken.
Originally, it was just 900 words long, with a different ending. It was written as a flash fiction story (stories under 1,000-words long) to a prompt of Losing Your Lover. So often do I find a left-field response to subjects. It was first published on th
Writing is a very solitary activity; we sit there on our own, writing away on our computer or laptop, or even doing it “old school” via paper and pen, pouring out our stories and preserving our characters there in the written word. But how do we know that what we are writing is any good?
We can ask our family and loved ones, but will they give us the feedback we need? They are our loved ones and so often they want the best for us and may not give us the feedback we require, or they may not
Case Studies in Modern Life is my first published book and it has been a long time in writing.
I have been writing all my adult life. I was eighteen when I discovered I could write stories. At first I was writing sketches for a drama group. It was an amazing feeling turning an idea I had into something written down that worked and then watching actors perform my words. It was also the first time I realised I had an ear for dialogue. I would hear people talking in public and remember how the
Intimacy
In order to really connect your readers to the romantic stories that you write, you’ve got to keep in mind that it’s not always some giant swing of the pendulum that brings the mood and the tone from one extreme to the other. I think that it’s important to be able to recognize opportunities for all of those little giddy moments in between that can sometimes come off as being your biggest strengths. In fact, I’ve found that they can end up being the most touching and engaging parts o
Urban legends are fascinating; they say so much about our society and the stories that it runs on.
Scott Wood certainly loves urban legends. Scott ran the Southeast London Folklore Society, and it shows in this absorbing book. He doesn’t only write about those common urban legends that have been circulating for years—though they have their space here—but he has also dug deep and found some obscure items, including those that were a flash-in-the-pan in years ago. But what lifts this b
It was no secret that Ruth Rendell also wrote as Barbara Vine. Writing under this pseudonym, she created many gripping psychological thrillers. They are not so much who-did-it as how-they-did-it or why-they-did-it. The House of Stairs is the best example of this.
The book opens with a chance meeting between the narrator and Bell, a woman she hasn't seen in over twenty years because Bell has been in prison for murder. The story slips back and forth in time between the 1980s, as the women beg
Its 1964 and the beginning of summer in the English market town of Kingsmarkham. Margaret Parsons, a shrewish and quiet housewife, disappears from her home. Days later, her murdered body is found in a copse of trees outside of the town. Chief Inspector Wexford leads the enquiry into her death, criss-crossing the almost quintessential Home Counties town to do so.
From Doon with Death is not only the first Wexford novel by Ruth Rendell, it is very much a novel of its time. It isn’t just that
Alien invasion is a staple of science fiction and has featured far too many novels and films, but in The Midwich Cuckoos, John Wyndham turns that classic theme into a frighteningly original story that is still disturbing now.
The Midwich Cuckoos begins with Richard Gayford (the novel’s narrator) and his wife Janet returning from an evening in London, celebrating his birthday, to the English village of Midwich, where they have recently moved. Midwich is the stereotype of the quiet, sleepy 19
For so many of us, Armistead Maupin is known for the Tales of the City series of books. Though set in San Francisco, these books chronicled so many of the changing events of the seventies and eighties in such a personal way.
Logical Family is Maupin’s memoir, starting with his birth in very conservative 1940s/1950s North Carolina up to 1970s San Francisco when he first started publishing Tales of the City as a serial in a newspaper. This is an amazing and complicated journey that Maupin tel
The premise of this book appears simple; it chronicles the 29 hangings that took place within Kirkdale Prison, Liverpool, until it was closed. But inside that premise lies a fascinating social history.
In 1868, an act of parliament stopped all public executions; after that, all capital punishments took place within a prison’s walls, away from the excited crowds of onlookers, and Steven Horton uses this as the starting point of his book, ending when Kirkdale Prison was closed in 1892. He res
Philip K Dick’s name gained notoriety with a string of Hollywood films, but none of them have done justice to the dark and paranoid worlds created in his books.
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It is set in the near future, on an Earth that has suffered a nuclear war but at a high cost. This Earth is dying, everywhere is su
Just the facts:
CAVIL Definition & Meaning - Merriam-Webster
CAVIL Synonyms: 103 Similar and Opposite Words | Merriam-Webster Thesaurus
cavil
/ˈkav(ə)l/
Cavil means to make trivial, petty, or unnecessary objections and complaints about things that do not matter.
You can find more detailed lexical breakdowns on Merriam-Webster or the Cambridge Dictionary.
Part of Speech and Usage
Verb: To raise mino
Cavil—the act of raising petty, frivolous, or trivial objections—plays a vital role in storytelling by driving character development, grounding the narrative reality, and creating micro-tension. While "caviling" is often seen as a negative trait in real life, a writer can use a pedantic or nitpicking character to enhance a story in several specific ways:
Grounding Realism and Audience Proxy: When a character points out trivial flaws or questions minor details in a plan, it mirrors the na
The word cavil originates from the Latin verb cavillārī (to jeer, mock, scoff, or argue scoffingly), which is derived from the noun cavilla (jesting, banter, or raillery). It passed into French as caviller (to carp or raise trivial objections) and then into Middle English.
According to the Oxford English Dictionary (OED), the word cavil first entered English in the 16th century, with different first-use dates depending on whether it is used as a verb or a noun. The earliest known use of
In storytelling, "brackish" serves as a powerful metaphor from transitional spaces, moral ambiguity, and the collision of opposing worlds. Because brackish water is the literal mixing of fresh river water and salty ocean water, writers use it to represent characters, settings, and themes that refuse to be purely one thing or another.
Here is why brackish spaces and concepts are so valuable in narrative craft:
Setting the Scene for Cultural and Social Tension:
Brackish
The word brackish comes from the Middle Dutch word brak, meaning "salty" or "worthless," combined with the English adjectival suffix -ish. The Dutch root entered English in the 1530s from Scottish or Middle Dutch brak (or brac), meaning "salty". Related forms exist in Middle Low German, German Low German (brack), Danish (brak), and Swedish (bräck). The suffix -ish derives from Old English -isc and Proto-Germanic *-iska-, meaning "somewhat" or "having the character of". Over time, the term ex
Brackish is a standard English adjective—not a formal slang term—that means slightly salty, unpalatable, or repulsive.
Primary Meaning
Literal definition: Water that is a mix of fresh water and salt water, such as in a river estuary where it meets the sea.
Extended / Descriptive definition: Something that tastes or smells unpleasant, stale, or harsh (like old, bitter office coffee or muddy pond water). It can also describe a harsh, unpleasant personality o
Just the facts:
BRACKISH Definition & Meaning - Merriam-Webster
BRACKISH Synonyms: 56 Similar and Opposite Words | Merriam-Webster Thesaurus
brackish
/ˈbrakiSH/
Brackish is an adjective that primarily describes water that is slightly or moderately salty because it is a mixture of fresh water and seawater.
Key Definitions
Literal Meaning (Water): Refers to water that is saltier than a fresh stream or river, bu
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