Don’t sit under those trees, or you’ll stain your dress. Katie squeezes my hand. “You alright?” she asks. “You seem miles away. ” The others have already flopped onto the lawn, happy as seals basking in the midday sun. A jumble of soft limbs, sandwich wrappers and scrunched-up revision notes. I hesitate before joining the …
The sun rose in a cloudless sky. For the first time in days, Wulfin smiled. His spirit lightened, if only for a split second, the time it took to remember broadsword slicing through skull. He remembered too the flood of cowardly relief as he realised the warm blood soaking through his jerkin was not his …
I am currently continuing to enter the Ad Hoc Weekly Flash Fiction competition. Entries are limited to 150 words and whilst this may sound like something you can dash off in a few minutes, I am finding it takes me considerably longer. A day usually, which either goes to show I am very slow, or …
Recently, I’ve discovered Flash Fiction. Or, perhaps, I mean rediscovered it. (It seems like I’ve been scribbling fragments of stories on scraps of paper like forever. And, whilst I’m still trying to figure out what flash fiction actually is, this short form of fiction seems to work well with me. It seems to match where …