rosaliekempthorne

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I have 265 stories published in 13 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 82199 times and 225 of my stories have been cherry picked.
17 of my 245 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 16 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

Perfect Penny

Perfect Penny. See how she struts her stuff On the dancefloor, On the kitchen floor. Her long legs entangled in yours; Silk on silk, silk on...
Cherry

Nithawene

He's here. At last. She's hidden in the attic of the great hall, pressed low amongst the grainstores, with her eyes pressed up to a gap between...
Gold cherry

The Buzzing in my Head

It's begun. I'm not sure if it's this that's awakened me, or some other noise or rhythm of the night. But I am awake, and I can hear it, working away...

Iron Moon

Each night she draws the iron moon; She sketches its face on the sky, In amongst the maelstrom of stars, hot gasses, galaxies. Each night, she takes...

Story

Smarter than her chains, She slips in and through them, She makes them dance to her tune. No, this is NOT how I begin; No, this is NOT the way I end...

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