Daddy Long Legs and a pang of fear

Yay new chapter! (If you are just joining you may want to start here) Daddy Long Legs and a pang of fear. J R Manawa. Their first dance came to a close. Or possibly it was second, third or fourth. Nadine wasn’t so sure, but what she was sure of was the fact that she…

The Pauper Princess

So, can’t lie, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for, and at the same time, it annoys my because now I need to know what happens next… An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. The Pauper Princess … Somewhere in the depths of the grand chateau, an ancient cloak with a deep chime tolled…

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…

“Beneath the Necropolis Railway” Gothic Audio Book

An amazing and talented artist friend of mine surprised me last week by sharing an audio she had recorded and mastered of one of the chapters in my novella, Emmeline, entitled “Beneath the Necropolis Railway”. For those of you who don’t really do the reading thing, you might like to take a listen, I’m still…

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…

Dreaming into reality. A gothic word.

I have pretty vivid imagination, we all know that. I can dream things into existence in infinite detail just to create a world my mind can wander around within and explore. Elaborate landscapes in which my soul can dance. At inception, I create lands that only God can see, lands that he alone can walk beside me…

World between the Walls, Part 3

And here we are at the end of the road for this adventure, for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed telling it! If you need to start from the beginning, jump back here! World between the walls. J R Manawa. The garden of Eden glistened in the soft, trickling…

World between the walls, Part 2

I’ve had some really beautiful feedback regarding part one of this story, which always makes my heart jump a little with excitement – when I know something I wrote connected with someone who read it, more than just good use of words and good storytelling. I’ve put some of the feedback for you to read…

The world between the walls, Part 1

It’s been nineteen days since I last wrote and published a story. Yikes. In blogging terms that’s bad news, borderline suicidal even (and my view count agrees with me…) So here is the beginning of a piece of dystopia that is based on our current dystopian existence. Actually, this is a good argument to put…

Dreams of a Venetian summer

Yesterday I was in Venice. From the moment my feet touched the paving stones the city became me; the heady mix of culture and tourism embellishing each breath I take. At the height of summer this temperature is overwhelming and the heat clings to my body in a thick mist of sweat. Sea wind slows…

Au maroc…

Here I am, sitting at breakfast in the friendly Moroccan home of two lovely brothers and their families. This riad is big and old, lovingly converted into a ramshackle boutique bed and breakfast. When I have been here in summer it is crawling with French tourists and people from all walks of life, who wilt…