Posted in Writing, poetry on September 25, 2007 | No Comments »
I was flipping through a book of poems and came upon one I read over fifteen years ago. It was one of the loveliest poems I’d ever read and I was glad to find that it still had some effect on me after so many years of cynicism.
Music When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Story, Writing on September 25, 2007 | 3 Comments »
My arms are exhausted and I’m running out of air. I can hear shouts coming from the sandy shore and I’m cold. I feel blood pouring from the wound. My eyes are heavy, and I remember someone telling me the size of the shark population at Stenson Beach. “What are the odds?” I had replied.
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Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt on September 25, 2007 | No Comments »
As I looked out into the neighbouring block of flats, I saw a solitary light.
In the dark, the reflection in the window glass showed a clock about to strike twelve. There was movement. I hid behind the curtain and peeked out.
He should shut the refrigerator door, I thought, then he’d be invisible, but as [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt on September 25, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Last night I was ripped from my sleep by the sound of our door buzzer. It was 12am and my flatmates and I had all gone to bed. The buzzer went again, then the one next door, until I was sure the person outside had pressed the buzzer for every one in the building. I [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt on September 21, 2007 | No Comments »
While out with a friend one night we had a few too many. What started out as a few minor complaints from them about me turned into an obnoxious tirade of abuse and character assassination. At first I was patient, trying to work out if there was any merit in their comments, but as the [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt, life on September 16, 2007 | 2 Comments »
I woke up this morning and sat at the computer and thought, ‘not right now, I have laundry to do.’ How many times have we tried to make excuses to not write? I think that most of us, at one time or another think of 101 things that we “absolutely have to get done” rather [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Writing, Writing Prompt, life on September 14, 2007 | No Comments »
I’m writing this because of my mother. Like so many things that mothers do, she put me on the first step towards writing. I say, “first step”, but what I mean is that she hurled me down the whole flight of stairs.
When I was four, nothing thrilled me more that the sound of my [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt on September 13, 2007 | No Comments »
It’s 2am PST. I should be asleep, but the heat and a sudden anxiety I cannot account for has me up and at the computer. I’d like to blame jetlag, but sleep has been evasive too often for all of the blame to be laid at its door.
Out in the desert, there are no [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt, life on September 10, 2007 | No Comments »
It’s 1pm in the afternoon in California. It’s a baking 90 degrees and the air is still. I’m visiting my home town out near the Palm Springs desert and I wonder how I could have ever tolerated the heat.
I’ve been living in the UK for the past ten years and every time I come [...]
Posted in Creative Writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Prompt, Short Story, Writing, Writing Prompt on September 7, 2007 | 1 Comment »
It’s Friday and last night the company had its monthly meeting. Once business is covered, we inevitably end up in the pub for a few hours. In this case, only a couple of us were left standing at last call. The thundering headache that woke me this morning and the punch in the stomach feeling I [...]
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