Tuesday 24 May Forgive me, Diary, for I have not written for many weeks now. If you could have the good grace to grant me some absolution or whatever it is that you diary types are empowered to bestow, I would be much obliged forever in your debt less inclined to throw you in the…
Tag: Flash Fiction
Perception
He sees scorched earth, blackened stumps, ashen remains; reminders of generations lost. She sees tender shoots emerging defiantly, whispering of resilience and renewal. Perception is all. Images Main image is Grey Box by km lambert. Blackened by bushfire or burnoff by Fairy Duff is marked with CC PDM 1.0. Eye is from the Pexels image…
Still I survive
You pulled my strings lured me in tasted me, tested me and satisfied I was pliable you smothered my brightness broke my spirit feasted on my heart. Still I survive. I wrote this for Day 7 of Writers Victoria’s Flash Fiction Comp. Prompt word was ‘bright’. Reproduced here with a sneaky 31st word.
The long and the short of it
Here are the wee stories I’ve written for the first five days of Writers Victoria’s Flash Fiction comp. Initially, my intention was to use it as an exercise to pull together some juicy sentences that I could expand on down the track. Then the working week started, reality hit and despite only needed to come…
Running late
She ran her hands down her thighs, trying to smooth the creases in her suit trousers. She’d have to go as she was; there was no time to change now. I’m gearing up for Writer’s Victoria Flash Fiction competition running for the month of April. If you like writing flash fiction, prompts will be released…
The Sometimes Diary of Nina Thirkettle
Saturday, 12 March Okay, it’s official. I am a ‘grumpy old woman’. Maybe not technically in years and all that but I embody her spirit with a degree of fervour that I didn’t realise was in me. Was at the sports store – desperately need a new pair of running shoes as I now have…
You don’t have to shout to be heard
If I wrote about me—my thoughts, my fears—who would I be? What would my voice sound like? Would I sound old? Scared? Interesting? Just a little bit crazy? What would I write? Is long-form the way to go? Could I sustain reader interest, let alone my own? When I hear the story in my head…
I’m just going to start here …
I was rummaging around in my drafts folder this morning and found this snippet that I’d scribbled down at some point. Unfortunately, I left myself no clues as to what ending I had in mind – or even if I had an ending in mind – so I guess this is a teaser until the…
The Sometimes Diary of Nina Thirkettle
Tuesday, 22 February Today I had one of those weird-arse out-of-body experiences. One of those ones where you feel completely inside, yet completely outside of your body at the same time. I was both genesis of and unknowing witness to everything I did and said. Every sensation, every stimulation, was amplified, as though I was…
The man
His eyebrows sit neatly between the boundaries set for them. They are so striking in their symmetry that at first you don’t see the way his left eyebrow arches slightly higher than his right. How it lifts even higher as he enquires as to your health. How his lips disappear into his mouth as he…
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