rosaliekempthorne

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I have 467 stories published in 17 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 264743 times and 455 of my stories have been cherry picked.
42 of my 330 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

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Raging Rhonda

Raging Rhonda wears pearls. She has since she was old enough to put those things on. Does she check her privilege? Every day. Every day in the mirror...
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Midlife Molly

The sun fades away to near nothing. She thinks she should get up out of her chair, turn on a few lights. And then she thinks: why? What are the...
Cherry

Darling Debbie

Under darkness. The sunset hangs in her memory, red and dusky; but the lights take over, black and purple mixed with orange and white. The strobes...

Pretty Poppy

The hours mount up. They stack like bricks, like stone slabs on her shoulders, weighing evenly on each side. Every step leaves craters in the...
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Under Sunset

Pretty Poppy, Dancing on the head of a pin. Always ready with a show, With a smile, a wink, a backwards glance, She flares as the lights get low. No...

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