National Flash Fiction Day 2020

“Aw, look at this one.”

Marie points at a bunny rabbit. Their twitchy noses are kind of sweet, but I don’t want a bunny rabbit.

This is the beginning of my story Cats and Dogs – you can read the whole thing here on FlashFlood. I’ve only read a handful of stories so far. Anyone else got one on there today? Pop me a link in the comments if you do.

If you missed out on the FlashFlood, there’s another opportunity to get a story published at the Write-In, too.

Better than she knows herself

(c) Phylor 

‘This is it?’

‘I said wait till you see the inside.’

‘But this is it? It’s surrounded by concrete. Looks like one of those chain pubs. Don’t say it used to be a pub.’

’It wasn’t a pub.’

‘Don’t lie, I’ll be able to smell.’

‘You ready to go in, then?’

‘There’s no privacy. Anyone can walk all around it.’

‘Let’s go in.’

‘Don’t you see it would be a waste of time? I don’t like it.’

‘You ought to see the inside.’

‘One glance. Won’t take more…  Oh, wow! This is unexpected. Look at the fireplace. I love it.’

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For Moral Mondays and FFfAW.

Flash Fiction Day: help me

a call for writing prompt submissions
photo by Lauren Mancke

Dear Readers,

I need your help. I stumbled across Damon Wakes’ Flash Fiction Day earlier and couldn’t resist signing up for it (Doesn’t it look fun? You can still sign up, too, if you fancy it).

I don’t know how many stories I’ll manage to write. I’d like to write at least twelve. None of them longer than 100 words (obviously), but it’s still a lot. I’ll need plenty of inspiration. From you. A single word, a starting line, photo prompts, a (fictional) response to a recent post of yours – anything you’d like to see me use during my story marathon, pop it in the comments, please.

I am not going to promise I’ll use every prompt. But I’ll try.

The Most Bizarre Car Park

100 words about a car breaking down in the middle of nowhere
photo prompt for FFftPP week 11 from Public Domain Archive 

This is the middle of nowhere. Murphy’s Law dictates the camper van break down here. We’re lucky we make it to the most bizarre car park: huge, empty but for a solitary bin, with no apparent reason for the provision of parking. If only we didn’t have more important stuff to worry about.

‘Do you have signal? Cos I don’t.’

‘Nope. We’ll have to stop another car and tell them to send a tow truck our way.’

Sounds good in theory.

But this is the middle of nowhere. We’ll have more than enough time to figure out this car park.

Top 3 Stories – February 2016

Happy St. David’s Day! When I’ve done my writing for the day, I’m going to learn how to draw a daffodil. Maybe I’ll show you…

Oh, before I forget to mention it again: the final two instalments of my Mslexia guest post series are up.

  • Crossing the Isthmus – I love this world, I’ll have to write more about it
  • Owly Death Stares – brilliant photo prompt, this
  • Loathing – I came around on this one; all things considered, the Love Nudge Series turned out better than it should have, what with me giving it all of three minutes’ planning

That’s my February Top 3. As usual, I’m looking forward to hearing what you’d have chosen.

This is Elsinore

100 words about learning to read as an adult
pd photo prompt for FFFPP week 9 

‘Nothing is ever as easy as it looks,’ he says.

‘But you’re making it harder on yourself. Let’s try something less taxing.’

He gives me a look that says he’s going to throw another tantrum unless I stop patronising him. Which won’t help with the reading.

‘Here,’ I say, pushing another book his way. One that’s a bit more appropriate for his level of literacy. He stops me.

‘It’s a children’s book.’

‘If you had to learn how to walk, would you start with running marathons?’

‘I am not a child.’

‘You won’t learn to read by starting with Shakespeare.’

Books Versus eBooks

100 words about an evil book
photo from Public Domain Archive for FFfPP week #8  

She caresses the battered book; I can practically see her thoughts forming. We’re seconds away from yet another eBooks make poor substitutes for real books argument when she freezes. Her squeal is followed by delighted hand-clapping. Meanwhile, I get shivers down my spine.

‘You won’t find hidden messages in an eBook, will you? Oh, yellow, curled parchment tucked into the lining – promising.’

‘What if it’s a hex?’ I’m trying to sound like I’m making a joke. The hairs on the back of my neck stand and I want to run.

‘Leave it alone. We’d better leave.’

But she isn’t listening…