rosaliekempthorne

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I have 467 stories published in 17 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 432248 times and 455 of my stories have been cherry picked.
38 of my 313 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 39 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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The End in Sight

A purple sky foretells the end of the world. That lesson taught us early, still struggling on stubby little legs, hugging sheepskins around the...
Cherry

Party Crashers (Part 2 of 2)

Belinda started crying. Jake began to wish he hadn't started this. She fascinated him, sure, but he hadn't really signed up for this, and he didn't...
Cherry

Party Crashers (Part 1 of 2)

It was just after nine, but already frost was starting to form on the pavements; already his breath was misting in the air. Jake Martin pulled his...
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Pick of the Month

The Green and White Dress

“Make me a dress for the upcoming gala.” This is Lady Mirithmae. She comes sweeping into my shop, with her gossamer train swishing behind her, her...
Cherry
Story of the week

Dead Men Tell No Tales

He would come to the end of my bed, sometimes, late at night. Late, when the night itself was perfectly dark, but the light coming in from the window...

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