Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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“A hopscotch of holes” is a lovely phrase, and really sets a mood; remember concentrating fiercely on completing the game, with its need for both physical and mental co-ordination? You’ve written a tense story, where the need for care slows progress to the denouement. I do have a niggle, though. The jetty is rotten and holed. If I were crossing that surface – especially if I didn’t want to be detected – I would be moving cautiously on all fours.
Oh dear… Someone done her wrong!
Indeed.
The tension here is nail-biting! I could feel her desperation. Great story.
Thank you Jenny, I’m glad I’ve managed to build that much tension.
Can’t help but will her to succeed – I hope they deserve it, whoever it is she’s going for!
In my head they do.
She’s a woman on a mission, would love to know why. Nice tense writing.
Thank you Jilly. I have a few theories brewing but I’ve not quite set on one yet.
Great tension here
Thank you.
Women and guns a dangerous combination indeed.
Excellent.
So much unsaid, lets the reader think.
“A hopscotch of holes” is a lovely phrase, and really sets a mood; remember concentrating fiercely on completing the game, with its need for both physical and mental co-ordination? You’ve written a tense story, where the need for care slows progress to the denouement. I do have a niggle, though. The jetty is rotten and holed. If I were crossing that surface – especially if I didn’t want to be detected – I would be moving cautiously on all fours.
I like “hopscotch of hole.” Do kids still play hopscotch?
Excellent tension in this story. Well done.