Category: #FridayFlash
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#fridayflash Anise Fish and Colin behind the Glass
#FridayFlash (check it out, anyone can do it) as I’ve said many times before has been the single most important influence and inspiration for me in my writing development over the last few years, since I began calling myself a writer, writing everyday and striving to say things that were important to me but to…
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#fridayflash Silence
Silence Silence, how he liked it. Twigs snapping like bones. A cry, single and sharp. Silence. Hands over his ears under the bushes in his boyhood garden. Hand over her mouth. Silence. This is in response to my 31 word writing prompt that forms the basis of a 31 or 131 word flash fiction competition…
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31 days: Why flash fiction can change your life
This series of articles running through January will explore ways of keeping our head above water in physical, mental, emotional and creative areas. There will be creative challenges, competitions and giveaways. For the full background see here. To receive all the 31 posts, sign up for email notification on the sidebar. On twitter it’s at…
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11 word, last word #fridayflash Look at that meteor
“Look at that meteor! It seems to be coming straight for
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Real
That was the start of it, the vigils. Every night at the foot of the Gilt Spears a group of people congregated in a housing estate to look up at the stars. Housewives with working away husbands, fractious toddlers hanging upside down in their grim grip, wailing at the night. Comic book men with costume…
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#Fridayflash From the hospital
This is a segment from my literary novel The Book of Remembered Possibilities which I’m revising for submission. This is a stand alone episode where Freya comes out of the hospital after a coma. The way she placed her feet seemed to have many possibilities, the way this oriented her body in the surrounding space.…
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#FridayFlash Further chronicles of Mars (in tribute to Ray Bradbury)
In tribute to Ray Bradbury In the long years of silence he waited, not knowing he waited. Ears that had been turned to him closed, the dust lifted and fell. He looked through the clearing for signs. He saw nothing, heard nothing without knowing he wanted to see, or hear. But his hands sought the…
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#fridayflash Hard shoulder
I fancied trying to keep within a 500 word limit. It’s late in the day and this is a bit of a riff but anyhow… On the hard shoulder she gave me the cold shoulder as we sat anxious and rattled. I’d had bangers and mash in the motorway diner, she’d had a platter of…
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