rosaliekempthorne

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I have 317 stories published in 14 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 105463 times and 280 of my stories have been cherry picked.
22 of my 274 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 21 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

Possession

I think that she completes me, Hand in hand, Hand in blood. # She's there in the dark, Halfway sleeping, halfway flickering. I run my fingers over...

Stalactites and Cacti

I'd be happiest in a place that doesn't change much, where the colours move over the ground the same way. Where there's a pattern. Where there's...

Like I Do

I've seen her. Puppy Sandals, Preppy shirt. Yes, I've seen her. Diamond headband, Rainbow skirt. And it doesn't make much difference, That you've...
Cherry

Into the Nightmare (part 3)

The vines were more than underfoot now, they were ankle-deep, soaked, decaying. There was that vegetative death-smell all around. It was way too dark...
Cherry

Into the Nightmare (part 2)

Her wrist. One of them tightening. The rest loosening. Aren't you done with me? Isn't it over? She felt the cold, the sharpness as she was pulled...

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