T.A. Blake's Blog

So I had hoped to post a new story last month but just as I was in the middle of writing it, I had a call from an unknown number. My first mistake was in answering the call, and my second was in trying to be polite. A bit of my history is needed here…

Author Warning: So I don’t usually do this but I thought I should put a warning at the top that this work of fiction does mention an abusive relationship. I know this isn’t something that everyone wants to read and I also know it can be very distressing for others. I didn’t start this story…

I’ve often wondered if the world would notice if I disappeared. On a normal day, I will often not speak to or see anyone unless I have a delivery. What I didn’t realise is that I should have been asking is how long would it take me to notice if everyone else disappeared.   I work…

“So, how long has the house been up for sale?” “Oh you know, a little while…” the estate agent gestured vaguely, whilst trying to urge me down the stairs. “I only ask because I noticed there has been a significant reduction in the price since I first saw it advertised.” “That’s the owner’s choice. They…

can an AI write a poem better than you? Valentine’s Day is an odd day. It celebrates love, but especially in the past, it has always been a time when some people feel like they are lacking somehow. When love, which should be celebrated in whatever form it takes, is compared to that of your…

The short story this month comes with a story of its own. The first photo is of a Christmas present from my eldest sister, a notebook, pen, earrings, and a spatula. These came along with a card encouraging me to write a story. The second photo is of the actual spatula and earring that were…

As I woke, my mind trying to clear to wakefulness, my hand was already working its way out from under the duvet. My feet had already communicated the message that it was there, waiting. My hand groped downwards in the darkness and as it grasped the silky fur and brought it back towards the top…

Jeremy loved this time of year, the crisp autumn air making everyone seem flush with life. Sometimes the dreadful British rain would make it too cold and miserable for most people. Yet Jeremy still enjoyed it. He didn’t feel the cold and he couldn’t help but rejoice in the freedom to watch people without them…

There are times when I wonder about my own mind. When I sat down to write I had no intention of writing something like this but as always the story took over. I hope you enjoy it. I felt no animosity toward her. I felt a renewed sense of purpose. Her actions empowered me. I…

“She said you would be here.” She was wrong. Of course, you can’t be here. You’re not anywhere anymore. You’d think a psychic would know that. I guess if you believe, then you could be here. Every time I see a robin, a rainbow, or when I feel someone watching, but then turn and there…