rosaliekempthorne

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I have 467 stories published in 17 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 267376 times and 455 of my stories have been cherry picked.
42 of my 329 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 44 votes

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I write these days a cacophony of genres: fantasy, sci-fi, mainstream, literary, some poetry every now and then. Novels, short stories, novellas, and whatever might fall in-between. I joined ABC Tales in May of 2014, and appreciate the forum it gives me to write and experiment, and even to include my strange little illustrations next to my work. 

You won't see a lot of my stories published anywhere else just yet, but please check out a few of these sites:
http://365tomorrows.com/?s=Kempthorne
http://everydayfiction.com/tag/rosalie-kempthorne/
http://www.flash-frontier.com/april-2016-slow/

Or check out my e-book: The Price of Blood; Book One of the Golwerra Stories, available from Amazon.  Links here to my book on Amazon UK and US.

and keep watching this space...

There are also a few more stories, and a few ravings (I mean, blog entries) to be found on my website: www.rosaliekempthorne.name
And check out (somebody... please... anybody) my 24-part story "These Words That Describe Melissa": https://www.wattpad.com/user/rosaliekempthorne

My stories

Cherry

The Time Comes to Fly

She wants to blame the girl. She tries to blame the girl. It was the girl who’d swum in out of the blue and slid into Roddy’s life and started...

Reset

People just keep dying. And dying. And dying again. This is not the zombie apocalypse, but you can see it from here. No, I don’t know how it’ll end...
Cherry

A Kiss for Luck

I had twenty cents in my pocket. That was it. I felt naked without the bank account; but at the same time a little bit free. Funny, the way you play...
Gold cherry

Derrcott

They arrived at the village of Derrcott with the sun setting at their backs. “It’s as good as any place to sleep the night,” Kinsom said. Jadda...
Cherry

The NightWalk

This music is her lifeline. All she has against the night. She doesn’t know what it’s called and she only has these flickers of memory of finding and...

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