A new story is on its way! And I’m looking for your help!

Hey everyone! Beautiful people all of you! I’m currently on the hunt for the next 31 ‘topics’ for my next novel to accompany Emmeline! If you didn’t meet Emmeline, here story is still here for you to take a peek at – if you haven’t read it message me and I may just pass you…

The red regret. A vampire drabble.

As occasionally happens with the curious creatures of the night that I meet along the road, they do sometimes return. Surprisingly, Rihan wasn’t gone for very long at all. Only a breath, only a moment, and she returned in a flicker of light and shadow with another small chapter to her life, a glimpse into her mind…

The red rain. A vampire drabble.

It’s Friday!!! Yes! Okay, and a little gift for you, just a little one, 100 words of drabble to tease your senses. Literally, a bite sized tale. I hope you enjoy it. The red rain. J R Manawa. In the crowd, Rihan stood. She raised her hands in darkness to the ceiling and closed her…

Does anyone remember George?

Well, do you? I know I remember him. I’ve been wanting to get a new story out for a while now, but since the competition excitement and book drama took up so much of my time over the last few weeks (If you missed it, you can follow/ catch up here), it’s only now I’ve had the ability…

Poetry before bedtime

I just had a thought. A picture in my mind. I quite liked it. Pretty images painted by the shadows that dance along my wall….. Bodies. J R Manawa. “I leave a trail of bodies behind me, pieces on the cutting room floor. I leave a trail of bodies behind me, it was always that…

Karim’s story – a life in a drabble

At the end of the world, Karim breathed. It wasn’t ideal, but this was how it was. His own mind had already pointed out that when everything else is finished, whatever’s left behind will do. And it wasn’t much. The fighting had been – catastrophic. The deaths too many to count and his scars and…

The Festival. Day two. Of babywipes and breakfast.

Beautiful people, I know this is way overdue. I think I grossly overestimated my available creative mind-space in the idea to start a new serial the week before starting a new job! When I sat down to write this weekend after a full day of visitng Wimbledon (check out my instagram feed ^_-) on Saturday and…

Some stories can only be told in reverse

Hey beautiful people! How is life? How has your week been? How is your imagination? Have you escaped from reality yet? Sometimes we need to leave it all behind for just a small moment. To grasp something different, to breathe in another life, another world, another place. To feel something outside of the moment right now…

The Winter King (Part Three)

I like stories that can be read in bite-sized chunks. Because of this, and for the sake of the tale, you will have to wait until Tuesday for the final part of The Winter King’s story. In the meantime, here is part three, some Sunday reading for you (or Monday reading depending where in the…

The Winter King (Part Two)

Every good fairytale has a beginning, a middle, and an ending. Funny that I thought this story only had two parts. I was wrong! Also, I am sorry it took two days longer than the promised week to arrive. I’d like to think that good things take time, but procrastination is also a thing that…

Maraehakao

I loved Maraehakao as a child. It was my second favourite place to go camping, and it was somehow always magical and strange, as the location would suggest. It is also my topic for day twenty one, given to me by my dad, Charles. (If you are joining Emmeline’s story today, welcome! It might help for you…

Nostalgia

My favourite Italian vampire, Lorenzo, gave me the topic for day nineteen. Nostalgia, however pure and innocent, can also be a destructive force when we cling too tight to the memory of something long gone. (If you are joining Emmeline’s story today, welcome! It might help for you to begin here.) Nostalgia. J R Manawa. None…