Diane Foster
Bio
I’m a professional writer, proofreader, and all-round online entrepreneur, UK. I’m married to a rock star who had his long-awaited liver transplant in August 2025.
When not working, you’ll find me with a glass of wine, immersed in poetry.
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The Note Beneath the Noise
The hall had a cough. It lived somewhere in the ribcage of the building, a dry catch behind the plaster, a flaw in the way air moved through the beams. Most people heard a busy lobby: programs rustling, a baritone laugh, the clink of glass. Aurelia stood near the back doors with her hand on the wall and listened to the cough. It came every twelve seconds, short and hollow. Bad load transfer above the north mezzanine, where the restoration crew had rushed the work to make tonight’s fundraiser happen.
By Diane Foster3 months ago in Chapters
The Knock of Drowned Men
The lighthouse on Blackthorn Isle stood like a sentinel against the endless Atlantic, its beam slicing through the fog-shrouded night every twenty seconds. Elias had tended it for twelve years, ever since the maritime authority shipped him out here to escape the clamor of the mainland. The island was a speck of jagged rock, no bigger than a football field, lashed by waves that crashed eternally against the cliffs below. No trees, no soil for gardens—just the tower, the keeper's cottage, and the relentless roar of the sea. Seagulls wheeled overhead by day, their cries a mocking chorus, but at night, the world fell silent save for the water's thunderous heartbeat.
By Diane Foster3 months ago in Fiction
A Letter to the One
The chair under the canvas awning of the little taverna was always mine, reserved by habit or by hope. I brought books I never finished and letters I never sent, watching the island life swirl and stall. Today, Nisyros shone in that syrupy Greek light, the kind that makes stone shimmer and even the old bicycles look romantic. A breeze stirred the napkin on my table, teasing at the promise of a new beginning.
By Diane Foster3 months ago in Critique
