rosaliekempthorne

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I have 252 stories published in 12 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 77411 times and 210 of my stories have been cherry picked.
14 of my 238 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 13 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

Green

It got harder over time to keep the garden going. It wasn't just in terms of the time it took, the other demands on her, the tiredness. All those...
Cherry

Grey

Nina Hockson sat curled on her aqua-blue couch, legs pulled up against her chest, watching the sunrise. She kept thinking one day she would see...

Saffron

Tara stood on the low wall surrounding the fountain. She was shouting, but she'd almost forgotten what she was shouting about. The slogans all ran...

Silver

Drayton walked. He just walked. He couldn't go back to Nina's place, to her awful couch and her scared, pitying eyes; but he couldn't stand the...
Cherry

Blue

One red. One green. He watched them out of a greasy, cloudy window – the woman in the red dress, the man in the forest green shirt. On a street...

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