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Submission Guidelines

 

As an opportunity for fellow writers to have greater exposure, this section of my website is reserved for those wishing to make a written contribution to its pages.

Each month, a fresh third party will be given the chance to list here a submission of their choice, together with a suitable image for the piece of work. If you are interested send a message via the mailing address below, and we'll go from there.

Content will be scrutinised to ensure that it fits in with the rest of the site's tone and appearance, but every effort will be made to accomodate those wanting to take part.

Submission length is limited to no more than 5,000 words, and a suitable spellchecker should be used to remove errors beforehand. A personal photograph should also be included (no avatars please), together with a brief biography.

Mailing address is: georgius4444@hotmail.co.uk

                                 November 2017

Avery Henville

 

                              
     

            

 

Avery Henville is a writer of a variety of short stories. I have known him for a number of years and never ceased to be amazed at the breadth of his literary skills.

He lives in Derbyshire with his wife and computer, from where he churns out a regular stream of fictional gems.

In a significant change from his usual style of fiction, Avery's debut novel, 'Timekeepers of Fate', is due for publication very soon. 

 

'The Unwelcome Visitor' is a departure from his usual genre and story length - he's nothing if not up for a challenge, and the sense of a 100-word flash fiction piece set him going on a track to... well, just read and make up your own mind.

 

 

 

 

“The Unwelcome Visitor”

 

 

                               

 

 

 

As Martin Kenworthy awoke, it took a moment to separate dreams from reality. 

Confusion, restraint, pain and fear all combined in a way that made it almost impossible to deduce what was happening.

Then everything made sense, and it was terrifying. An intruder had made their way into Martin’s tent as he camped miles from civilisation in The Brecon Beacons.

The unknown assailant had knelt on either side of Martin’s sleeping bag, restricting all movement.

A gloved hand held his mouth shut, and the point of a knife was slowly penetrating deeper into Martin’s heart.

Terror, then agony, then memories of family, and finally... peace.

 

 

                     

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