Another micro-fiction writing challenge. 31 daily prompts throughout October. Minimal time, minimal editing, mixed success: DAY ONE Gargoyle HATE HOW YOU LOOK? DON’T CHANGE! JOIN THE GARGOYLE CLUB Gerald snapped a...
Category - Flash Fiction
I wake up and run downstairs. My body is pure energy – sparks fly from my fingertips and lazers shoot from my eyes. I skid into the living room and turn on our rented TV-VHS combi. The Big Breakfast is on and I watch Zig...
Shake is an amazing Bristol-based illustration event and online community. Each year in September, it hosts #shaketember – a month of daily prompts for artists to respond to and post on Instagram. It’s a celebration...
The two men meet at the lighthouse, prepared to defend it at all costs. One carries a small step ladder, the other a fade and weather-resistant 5mm premium quality corrugated plastic sign. The men are steely but for their...
Inktober 2019 – Flash Fiction Week one Week two Week three Week four WEEK ONE Ring I used to go to the attic to ring you. It’s where I first listened to Guns n Roses, a safe distance...
One ink drawing by Laura Morgans, one piece of writing by Tom Spooner, every day in October. Day One New Adventures You can find adventure everywhere – you only need to be open to it. When you’re next walking...
It echoes around the concrete, bubbles up like a witch’s brew in a cauldron, spits out into the night like sausage fat. It is cruel. But it is genuine. The skater lies on the cold ground, holding his ankles. He is...
She grimaces, coquettishly, as she lies down. My bed is smaller than those in prison, the mattress thinner. Yet I have coaxed this sophisticated woman into it. I put on Dylan’s Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowland and actually suggest...
She had only bought the pig because the stain wouldn’t come out of the carpet. It was a bad stain, an ugly stain, and, in all truth, she was struggling to live with it. When anyone walked into the room, whether a man who had...
There is a cave. It is in a wood. One day a young boy went to the woods. He spotted a shiny penny in the undergrowth. He bent down, thrusting his hand eagerly into the leaves and twigs. It felt wet. It was wet. Wet from the urine...