This collection of 6 short fantasy stories offer the readers a tantalising glimpse into the imagination and sensory delight KMorral enjoys in creating.
This collection of supernatural and fantasy stories brings the reader multisensory experiences where mists sweep across city streets and urban canals. A slate quarry and tropical island bring light and colour but no easing of the drama whilst dilapidated city streets and a damp living room are haunted by characters seeking resolution.
Revelation. 'There was a great sense of excitement and tension in the rescue part and I just loved the surprise ending.' Roxie has taken her staff for a bonding day at the Snowdonian slate quarry zip wire, where excitement and danger force her to reveal far more of herself than ever before. A secret that could lead to her death will be exposed.
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KMorral has submitted an (approximately) 4,500 word short story 'The Jaguar' in the World Record Attempt anthology 'Greatest Anthology Written'
With the demolition of a local pub, cornerstone in the local community, a Jaguar haunts the dreams of Nottinghamshire residents.
After twenty years absence, I return to my home town to find nothing has changed, and yet everything is different. Despite all my best efforts to forget the past, too much is entwined in the destruction of the pub for me to ignore.
KMorral is thrilled to be participating in this global publication (with authors from New Zealand, Australia, South Africa, Nigeria, USA, UK, Belgium and more). Approximate cost £14.87, which for a collection of stories by 107 authors could be considered a bargain.
This anthology, the brain child of Celenic Earth Publications, aims to beat the current record for the most number of authors in one anthology (currently 50) by a mile - there have been over 100 stories submitted!
To achieve the record, two independent judges - at least one with an English Literature qualification - will adjudicate the finished book, and 1,000 copies need to be sold, with 1,000 copies printed. For a more funky summary, check out this Youtube video, and check out the Celenic Earth Publications website for full details and the chance to order your copy, or your e-copy.
Inspired by the Noirwich Crime Literary Festival competition, KMorral is exploring different writing techniques and narrative styles in the challenging framework of 500 word stories - 'A Flash of fur' is the target publication, a collection of tales inspired by the muses: house rabbits Smudge Bart and Teddy.
'Followed', the competition entry that revised this interest in flash fiction is available for a short period of time through KMorral's Redbubble writing portfolio, here.
KMorral participated in NaNoWriMo for the first time in November 2017. This offers the opportunity to rise to the challenge of writing a 50,000 novel in one month.
Writing a fantasy, KMorral explored the creation of new dragon series on a Place centred thriller, and is delighted to have achieved 54,000 words by the end of 30th November 2017.
A second attempt in 2018 failed, but added 9,000 words to the second instalment of the Whatten Hall series (formerly 'The House'.
KMorral is thrilled to have completed 50,411 words in her NanoWriMo 2020 attempt, adding to the Whatten Hall part 2, without getting much beyond halfway through the planned plot line!
(a contemporary twist to the old classic by Clement Clarke Moore)
‘Twas the week before Christmas and everyone was stressed
Running all through the house after the unexpected guest.
The cat was still hiding in the Christmas tree
Whilst mother was craving a long island iced tea
The dog was regretting the bauble it ate
And no cards were ready for the last posting date.
The presents un-bought were making father weep
with the scissors and celotape stuck together in a heap.
Brother and Sister still pretending to be good
And the puppy is eyeing up chocolate for pud
Grandma was thinking about Christmases past
While Grandpa was hoping the whiskey would last.
Shop keepers are trying to stock all the orders
And kids torment their parents repeating carols on recorders.
Schools are performing this years festive plays
With teachers all rushing around in a daze.
The Christmas tree lights start to flicker and flash
While people have a little drink at the works Christmas bash.
Advent calendar doors hang open and empty
While farmers try hiring out that stubborn donkey.
Everyone tries to parade Christmas knitwear
Including the vicar leading service and prayer.
Hundreds of Santas have headaches from ringing
Lots of small bells, and from loud children singing.
The mince pies are steaming all covered in cream
And as parents sink into bed they all dream
Of the month after Christmas all quiet and peaceful
Before Easter approaches with pancakes and treacle.
'Hunching deeper into his thick fur lined overcoat, Jonah trudged through the snow grumbling to himself. One of these days he would ignore his boss’s not so subtle requests and retire to warmer climes. He didn’t know where, just as long as there was no snow, no cold and no biting wind. He shivered as it sliced him straight through, lingering on aching joints just to prove he was getting old. Of course he was by no means the oldest in the team. Mack outlived him by a few hundred years, but as the only mortal, he felt every one of his fifty-two years.' As yet Untitled Novella.
'I sit, I watch, I wait. Staring through the gate. People appear, some startled, some assessing. Few pass the gate. They loiter, glancing at me, then the garden. Wondering at the extent, at the hidden secrets. They glance at me, then turn to the gate. The metal still gleaming black as new, the fancy work all very pretty. They turn away and retreat along the path murmuring.' The House (working title), Novel.
'The heat was intolerable. Glaring through the window, bright sunlight spilled yellow illumination across the office. My other work colleagues were chatting happily, unfazed by the golden warmth. In fact, they seemed to delight in it. My skin itched all over, and it was all I could do from stripping of and pouring my cool bottled water over my head.'
The bell tolls (working title).
For more stories by KMorral, visit her written works collection on Redbubble