Seeking short stories

Are you a fan of fiction? Do you crave crime? Are you flavoured by forensics? Do things have to appear sane in your membrane?
Yes? Then there is exciting news for you from our cosy corner of the world…
We are seeking submissions for our first collection of short stories (and chapter teases) written by authors and readers just like you…
Many are EconomyEdits clients, but everyone is welcome.
Already on board are Geraldine Evans, Iris Blobel, Tony Dews, Melissa Leibfritz, David A. Eddy, John Reti, Kat Bussell, myself and others.
If you are interested in hearing more, and/or want to be considered, please send me a query at:
We would love to hear from you.


3words January 10/30

Today’s 3words are: COMPREHEND, RELAX, QUARTER.

And my ongoing story is…


I hadn’t COMPREHENDed: it’s never ending.

I used to think I simply had a drink now and then, when I felt like it, to RELAX, to socialise, to be more like my truer self with friends. And strangers.

But it’s everywhere. Everyday.

“What’s up with the computer?”

I looked up, smiled at Lisa, and refocused on the screen. It wasn’t even a QUARTER way through the latest scan I was running.

She snorted. “You been watching porn again?”



I shrugged. “I tried to stream the Derby game.”

“Just go down the pub.”

I didn’t know what to say.



3words January 8/30

Today’s 3words are: CLAIM, MIDDLE, FIVE.

And my ongoing story is…


I couldn’t concentrate at work.

I was assigned to electrical, and half the TVs were tuned to circling news stories, and the Paris massacre dominated. One shopper CLAIMed to have seen internet footage that couldn’t be shown on TV.

All I could think about were my kids. How all these people who get caught in the MIDDLE of something unexpected are somebody’s children. How would I feel…

I wanted to go down the pub and hide, and I so very nearly did. Instead, I drove home to spend FIVE minutes with my children, not that they thought anything of it.


3words January 7/30

Today’s 3words are: FEET, SHARPEN, SQUEAL.

And my ongoing story is…


I stared at my breakfast, picked up my coffee and sipped, closing my eyes.

Lisa watched me. I wasn’t psychic: every time I glanced away she looked at me… the moment I glanced back she looked away.

She said, “Is it part of this Dryathon thing?”


“For cancer?” she said, an edge SHARPENing her voice. She wiped Alex’s mouth. “The TV ad?”

“No,” I said, finishing my coffee.

“You just chose to quit? After a lifetime?” She snorted. “Come on, kids.” She snapped to her FEET.

“I’m not done,” Alexa SQUEALed.

“Nor me,” wailed Alex.

“I said come on!”


3words January 6/30

Today’s 3words are: UNSEE, SQUASH, BOWL.

And my ongoing story is…


I dropped my keys and wallet in the BOWL Lisa once decided we needed in case one of us (me!) was too inebriated to do whatever needed doing, should it ever.

I wasn’t aware of any such event, but perhaps I had been UNSEEingly drunk?

“Who’s that?” Lisa called from upstairs.

“Who do you think?”

“Kev?” She stepped into view on the landing, half-dressed for her ladies SQUASH night. “The hell you doing?”

“It’s my watching-the-kids night.”

“Well, I know that,” she snapped. “You’re dead-early.”

I shook my head. “I’m just not-late.”

She cocked her hip. “For you, that’s dead-early.”



3words January 5/30

Today’s 3words are: CHIP, TOUGH, STAY.

And my ongoing story is…


Back to work after two weeks off for Christmas and New Year.

It was TOUGH.

I couldn’t get to sleep last night.

And when I somehow did, I couldn’t STAY there.

I didn’t realise how much the booze stopped my brain over-reaching.

At work I was more CHIPper. The store manager even asked who had given me a personality for Christmas, cheeky little…

But then the guys invited me down the pub for the Liverpool cup match, which was nice, but I couldn’t stand another night there not drinking, so simply went home and spent some time with my kids.


3words January 1/30

Cue fanfare


Today’s 3words are: QUIT, FOG, SLEEP.

And the start of my story…


I screamed as my nuts exploded, catapulting me out of a FOGgy dream.

Someone squeaked and rolled away.

I curled into a ball, eyes closed, head pounding, tears streaming.

“The hell are you doing!” I gasped, writhing under the covers. “I’ve said a million times not to jump on the bed when I’m SLEEPing. Especially not there.”

I relaxed my hold and opened my eyes, peeking out from under the covers. The curtains were open and the sun inflamed my headache, forcing my eyes shut.

“Go find your sister.”

I heaved a sigh. Not the best day to QUIT drinking.


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