rosaliekempthorne

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I have 467 stories published in 17 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 267329 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

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Old Bones

I exist and I don’t exist. I suppose it has been that way for years. Time. Seasons. Years. It all twists and turns in knots in this place, never...

Bright Rain

It stopped raining. Slowly. So slowly that it was hard to say at what point the last drop fell. It was hours. It was until nearly dawn. And all that...
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Dark Flames

Jadda would never be able to say for sure when and where the moment came. She only knew that she didn’t see or feel it at the time. She only knew...
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Harvest Moon

We do and we don’t exist. I suppose that’s the way you can describe it. We look out on four horizons at once, and the sun sets in all of them, or the...
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Old Sephracott

“It was here where we camped, that last night.” In the ruins of what had once been a village, supposedly flooded some centuries ago, abandoned...

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