The Ultimate Writing Prompt

I’ve been fighting my way out of a writing rut recently; wrestling with intangible ideas, struggling to shape words into sentences. I find myself procrastinating, sitting in front of my computer idly searching the web, knowing that the best way to break the block is to write, no matter how awful the result. And yet… […]

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Rules to Live By, Part 2

This is part 2 of a 3 part story. Read part 1 here! It was during my early twenties that my relationship with The Rules reached a turning point. ‘How could you?’ cried Janine from amongst a tangled mass of floral bed linen. ‘How could you be so selfish, so spiteful?’ ‘Look, Janine, I’m sorry, […]

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The Flight (Part 2 – Jennifer)

Jennifer is late. Horribly late. She arrives at the airport in a flurry of measured panic, striding past queues of impatient travellers with barely a glance at the infuriated faces behind her. The woman on the check-in desk is foreign, her clipped accent bristles. ‘You’re very late, madam,’ she says, adjusting the scarf beneath her blazer. […]

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Climbing Trees

Amongst tufts of struggling grass, amid the mud and clusters of weeds, the tree rose flagrantly, eyeing its adversaries below with the kind of hauteur that, in nature, only a large oak can muster. The boy found it easily enough – in the glow of a full moon its outline was clearly definable along the […]

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Bang, Bang (Part 2)

Steady gunfire surrounded him. Ben pushed on through the mounting mud unnerved, his hands wrapped tightly around the solid weight of his weapon. As he drew level with his comrades, he noted their tired stance, the varying expressions of trepidation on their weary faces. He was like them, an uncertain advocate, a body of fear. […]

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Bang, Bang (Part 1)

Erratic gunfire surrounded him. Jamie pushed on through the dense grass unperturbed, his hands wrapped tightly around the solid weight of his weapon. As he drew level with his comrades, he marvelled at their rigid stance, at the unwavering expressions of belligerence on their cold faces. He wanted to be like them, a dogged power, […]

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Love and…

‘Are you all right?’ Alison leans forward, a hand reaching out to touch Tim’s knee. ‘I’m fine. Really.’ ‘You’re very pale.’ ‘It’s the heat.’ He rearranges himself on the blanket, ‘I’m not very good with the heat.’ ‘You’ve always been okay with it before.’ ‘Well, it’s not normally this hot, is it?’ ‘No, I guess […]

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Recollections of a Victorian Childhood, Part 4

This is the final installment of my great-grandmother’s letter, Recollections of a Victorian Childhood. It has been a privilege to have the opportunity to share these fascinating memories with you. I hope you’ve enjoyed experiencing Alice’s world as much as I have. All content written by Alice Grant (née Brinkworth), 1887 – 1961. Our groceries […]

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Cara

Cara had never been a patient person; in any respect. Now, she brought colour back to her cheeks with forceful tugs, bit the paleness from her mouth until red blistered her lips. She watched the clock, she waited. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she listened to the wail of a siren close […]

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The Room

From here on in, I shall regularly post a piece of my own flash fiction (to be found under the category, ‘Tiny Tales’). Comments, criticism and advice are all welcome. If you’re feeling brave, then post a link to your own pieces of fiction and I will gladly return the favour!!       THE […]

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