
Caroline Craven
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Scribbler. Dreamer. World class procrastinator.
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Lie in Wait
She shouldn’t be out here. Not at this time of night and certainly not alone. How can she be so stupid. So reckless and irresponsible. I watch her shrink into the far corner of the bus shelter, pressing her back against the metal rail and jamming her hands in her pockets.
By Caroline Cravenabout a year ago in Fiction
Over the Hill
No chance. Not today. He’s messing with the wrong woman. He can tap on the window and wave his arms around all he wants. It’s not going to do him any good. I’m sick of being pushed around. Well, not anymore. And certainly not by him. Another idiot who thinks they can put me down and…
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction
Final Call. Top Story - April 2024.
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Woods
I stopped listening five minutes ago. Not that she’s noticed. She’s too busy snatching items out of her handbag and crashing them down on the counter. Her neck is red and blotchy, her mouth snapping open and closed like Jaws. And right now, I’d rather take my chances with a man-eating shark than…
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction
Disclosure. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
She was so convincing. Those convenient tears trickling down her cheeks. Her hands jittering up and down on her lap. The tremor in her voice as she whispered her replies. She played her part so well. Too well.
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction
Something Blue
You crack my shoulder against the door as you bundle me into the taxi. There’s no apology. You don’t even bother asking if I’m okay, even though you must have seen me flinch. Heard my gasp of pain. You just mutter ‘hurry up, hurry up’ under your breath. Like it’s my fault you’re running late.
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Fiction



