by Nicola Rodda | Apr 13, 2024 | Short Stories
Angela watched as the priest raised the chalice of wine – oops, no, the blood of Christ – high, then lowered it and drained it. She’d always had a private twinge of doubt about the absoluteness of the transubstantiation doctrine, despite being raised as a cradle...
by Nicola Rodda | Apr 3, 2024 | Short Stories
Rhys rolled himself up as tightly as he could in the threadbare covering that was more rag than blanket. The alley was cold and damp, but at least the tall buildings on either side shielded him from the worst of the driving rain and gusty wind. Again and yet again he...
by Nicola Rodda | May 25, 2022 | Short Stories
Life is a test for every human being, and it is an opportunity for each one of us to seize as we see fit. We have the option to be in life only as a passive passersby, or to leave behind us a trail for others to follow. We are in this world as guests, and as guests...
by Nicola Rodda | Apr 24, 2022 | Short Stories
© Priscilla Kampi, text and illustrations Mentored by Frederick Tebigwayo, Director, Tenda Junior School, near Jinja, Uganda, Africa Inspiration by Felicity Keats Morrison and Nicola Rodda Featured Image (cover) © Nicola Rodda (Illustration by Priscilla Kampi,...
by N1c0la-admin | Jan 24, 2022 | Short Stories
… this is the beginnings of a children’s story about the process and proceeds of savings – not something on which I am actually particularly well qualified to pontificate, but maybe I meant to to be as much as lesson to myself as to any young readers… Once...
by N1c0la-admin | Jan 24, 2022 | Short Stories
Richard shifted nervously from one foot to the other as he stood on the drab light grey stone steps of Lillian’s house. His hand hovered over the shiny brass knocker, the only bright spot on an equally drab darker grey door. All the other houses in the street were the...
