Time for a bit of Friday Flash once again. This is one I wrote originally in response to a Friday Fictioneers prompt – an image of snow – and then extended for my writing group (prompt Spider). Just one that fell out really. Gingerbread Kisses Harold Snow wiped his hands down his apron and admired … More Friday Flash: Gingerbread Kisses
I decided to give this one a whirl. Sounds fun! A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – … More Weekend Writing Prompt #146: Epoch
I’ve missed a couple of weeks, but I’m back with a little Friday Flash from the MacBook. This is another story written for my writing group. I’ve held on to it thinking I might offer it up to be published elsewhere, but actually I’d just like to share it now. Inspired by mothering life…again 🙂 … More Friday Flash: Spilt Milk
Here’s this week’s story from the MacBook. A short one written (again) for writing group and inspired by my mothering as many of my stories are! I’m liking the Friday rhythm I’m finding here, so I’ll be making this a regular slot. Friday Flash Fiction for a little alliterative satisfaction! Back next week! ________________________________________________________ Always … More Friday Flash: Always is a Long Time
So following on from my last post here’s my first story pulled from the depths of my MacBook and ready to be shared. I wrote it for my monthly Writing Group last year when I was in the midst of wedding planning and LOVING Fleabag on catch up! The inspirations are pretty obvious but it … More Friday Flash: Here Comes The… Shameless Friend
Happy 2020 to you all! I learnt an important lesson last year about New Year’s Resolutions. It’s a conclusion that I’ve heard a lot of people come to – simply put: don’t make them, then you won’t disappoint yourself. I agree to a certain extent, but with a slight difference. I think it’s important to … More Time for Resolutions Again?
I like to pretend I am the conductor of an orchestra, like the ones Pa took me to see when I was small. We’d sneak in at the interval and hide within the shadows, until it was safe to choose our seats. Now on the cold days, my hands become my baton, like I’m Nadia Boulanger conducting … More Urban Symphony (Friday Fictioneers)