rosaliekempthorne

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I have 467 stories published in 17 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 267334 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

Summers at the Beach House (Part 3 of 3)

I met Duggan the next year. I was thirteen and so was he. I’d been dreading the holiday, almost to the point of uncontrollable anxiety. What if it...
Cherry

Summers at the Beach House (Part 2 of 3)

Funny. Life. Somehow it went on. I was nine when we went back there. I was looking forward to it. I was thinking about the beach, and barbecues, the...
Gold cherry

Summers at the Beach House (Part 1 of 3)

We go there every year. Me and my family. And it’s a great place, all but lost in a thickness of jungle; the dirt road leading up to it all overgrown...

Wish You Were Here

Geoffrey calls me from the road. Background noises suggest trouble: some horns honking, some voices raised, a clatter of maybe hailstones against the...
Gold cherry

Margot (Part 2 of 2)

That oak. If there’s an image that could be the emblem of our shared childhood, that tree would be the thing. I remember when we moved to that house...

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