Chris Platt
/ GreyThoughts.InfoCarl Thomas read the rejection letter from the publishers and sighed. He had been writing since his teenage years. It was the thing he was most passionate about. He lived for writing. Putting the words on the page, telling these stories…
By Chris Platt
Pete peered out the windscreen trying to tie up the road ahead with the Sat Nav map on the dashboard. He shook his head. There was no doubt about it. They were lost. Pete and his wife Emma had booked a week’s stay at the …
By Chris Platt
When my wife Pauline suggested we spend our week’s holiday in Spain, I agreed straight away. Spain had always been special to me. I had been fascinated by the country since I was a child. My parents had taken me to Spain on holiday when I was …
By Chris Platt
It was early evening when Will joined his friend in the pub. While all his friends were gathering to watch the football on the big screen televisions, Will was more interested in the catch-up rather than the sport. He was there for …
By Chris Platt
I’ve been writing stories since he was a kid. Being a writer was all I ever wanted to be. It was a childhood hobby that I never quite grew out of. All my family and friends would read my stories. As soon as I finished typing up my story, I would…
By Chris Platt
Lisa had no idea how she got there. She sat up and took in her surroundings. She was bed, in a bedroom, with morning sunlight spilling in through the gaps in the curtains. A man in his thirties entered the …
By Chris Platt
Carl Thomas read the rejection letter from the publishers and sighed. He had been writing since his teenage years. It was the thing he was most passionate about. He lived for writing. Putting the words on the page, telling these stories…
By Chris Platt
Pete peered out the windscreen trying to tie up the road ahead with the Sat Nav map on the dashboard. He shook his head. There was no doubt about it. They were lost. Pete and his wife Emma had booked a week’s stay at the …
By Chris Platt
When my wife Pauline suggested we spend our week’s holiday in Spain, I agreed straight away. Spain had always been special to me. I had been fascinated by the country since I was a child. My parents had taken me to Spain on holiday when I was …
By Chris Platt
It was early evening when Will joined his friend in the pub. While all his friends were gathering to watch the football on the big screen televisions, Will was more interested in the catch-up rather than the sport. He was there for …
By Chris Platt
I’ve been writing stories since he was a kid. Being a writer was all I ever wanted to be. It was a childhood hobby that I never quite grew out of. All my family and friends would read my stories. As soon as I finished typing up my story, I would…
By Chris Platt
Lisa had no idea how she got there. She sat up and took in her surroundings. She was bed, in a bedroom, with morning sunlight spilling in through the gaps in the curtains. A man in his thirties entered the …
By Chris Platt
Tom followed the directions on his Sat Nav, peering through the windscreen, trying to tie up the road up ahead, with the lines on the small screen on the dashboard. He repeated the name of the old place to himself, as though that …
By Chris Platt
Liam has always known he was adopted. His adoptive parents had always been honest about that. He did see Alan and Josie, who raised him, as his parents, but now, in his late twenties, he started to wonder about his biological parents. The idea niggled at…
By Chris Platt
‘Oliver,’ Kevin called up the stairs, ‘dinner’s ready.’
Kevin paused a moment waiting for a response, any response, any sign of life …
By Chris Platt
In the summer of 2025, for one magical moment, it felt as though we were back in the 1990s. In my mind, I was no longer in my mid-forties; with a beer-gut, a mortgage and an office job I hated, I was a skinny teenage student once more. For one night only, we could…
By Chris Platt
Daniel Fury was spending Saturday afternoon as he often did, sitting alone at the bar, nursing a pint of bitter and reading his book. There was something almost magical about reading a good book over a nice pint of beer, in a cosy …
By Chris Platt
… didn’t speak to his brother Carl that often. They were very different people, living different lives. They saw each other very occasionally if they happened to be visiting their parents at the same…
By Chris Platt
David was sitting at the writing desk in his study as he did most Sunday mornings. He sipped his Earl Grey tea from his cup and saucer, and stared out of the window over-looking the large garden. A bird, a robin perhaps, perched on the branch of a nearby…
By Chris Platt
Gareth was fed-up and feeling down. January had to be the toughest month of the year. Christmas had been wonderful, family and friends and lots of food and drink. But the dark, bleak days of January were just brutal. The initial…
By Chris Platt
Lynda headed down the street, eyeing the group with suspicion and hostility. As she passed by, she glared intently at them. They were just hanging around, loitering, lurking across the street. The group were trouble, she just knew…
By Chris Platt
As the boy and his best friend rode their bikes into town, he enthused about what a great day they would…
By Chris Platt
This was the biggest week of her life. Gina Riley had been painting, drawing, sculpting and generally creating art for as long as she could recall. And in a few days’ time her work would be on display in an exhibition comprising entirely of her own art. It was…
By Chris Platt
‘And then he says, I think it’s Colin!’ Dave said, delivering the punchline with all the enthusiasm of a Saturday night television…
By Chris Platt
A true story written for Valentine's Day.
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My fiancée and I seemed to have been waiting forever to move in together. We were due to be married a few months later, but the start of our…
By Chris Platt
Paul and Liam showed the security guard their concert tickets. The guy in the bright yellow jacket nodded, and ushered them towards the…
By Chris Platt
One Thursday morning, as Barney was getting dressed, his mobile phone rang. It was the boss, Malcolm …
By Chris Platt
Kevin went through the double-doors of the pub. The place was packed. As he moved through the crowd, heading for the bar, people greeted him warmly, shaking his hand, patting him on the back, some even hugged him. All his friends were …
By Chris Platt
Renowned theatre director Toby Armitage arrived at the play-house just before nine o’clock in the morning. He was handed a cup of coffee and shown through to the auditorium. He removed his silk scarf and found a seat in the middle of the aisle…
By Chris Platt
Keith Martin was in coffee shop, grabbing his morning coffee, on the way to the office. He was about to leave with this take-out coffee, when someone called…
By Chris Platt
Having spent over an hour and a half crawling through rush-hour traffic, Pete Winston arrived at the office more fed up than usual. As Pete got to his desk his phone was ringing. Whenever there was a phone call at work it meant there was a …
By Chris Platt
… time I saw her I knew she was the one. I never believed in love at first sight until that moment. That very second, as soon as I saw her, I knew I was hooked. I was on the park for my morning stroll as usual, and she was out for a run. As she rushed by me…
By Chris Platt
…arrived at the pub just before seven o’clock. He scanned the bar, which was rather quiet as it was a mid-week night, and there was no quiz or football on TV to bring in the crowds. There was no sign of his friend Dean. His friend still might turn up…
By Chris Platt
…Tina got dressed for work, all he could think about was the argument with Jimmy the night before. They had been arguing in the street. As well as the embarrassment of airing their dirty laundry in public, as they say, there was the strain it was putting on their …
By Chris Platt
…away frantically, lost in the story, completing the last line in his notebook. He grabbed a fresh notepad and, pushed the sleeves of his dressing gown up, and continued writing the story he was currently working on. Other writers preferred a desk, but he found the comfort of the living room sofa was the best place to…
By Chris Platt
…stopped off at the corner shop on his way home from work, as he did every Friday night. The guy behind the counter smiled as he …
By Chris Platt
…wishes blowing through the wind
Each possibility, dancing along the breeze
Chasing chance. so our dreams can begin
Endless wishes blowing through the wind
Dancing on sunshine, our most lively whims
To see it all, by air, land, or seas
Endless wishes blowing through the wind
Each possibility, dancing along the…
By Tracey Koehler