#Bookstagramming on Instagram combines three of my favourite things – taking pictures, microblogging and discovering new books. With hashtags such as #booksandnature, #booksanddogs #booksandcafes #booksinthewild etc etc, it all looks so chic and simple. However all those artful pictures are not as easy as they look, as I discovered when I decided to photograph ‘TheContinue reading “The Surprising Difficulties of Photographing #Booksandmacarons”
Betty didn’t want to go home without seeing a hipster. Betty had spent the previous week visiting Sydney with her husband Merv, seeing the sights and remarking on how much had changed since they had last visited the city. Before they returned to their retirement village on the Central Coast, Betty was determined to goContinue reading “Flash fiction – Hipster Hunting”
“One of us is going to have to get a job.” Billy, the aspiring game designer, looked around at his roommates in the crowded apartment. It may have been in Sydney, Australia or Brooklyn, New York or London, England. Anywhere where rent was high and dreams were so hard to reach. “I’ve already got aContinue reading “17. Real Jobs”
This week, a lighthearted tale… * * * * * “Do you want a seat?” the guy sitting by the bus window asked. “Sure,” Janey had been happy to stand, but now she saw the seat was free. The guy moved over and she perched next to him. He had a slide phone. Janey hadn’tContinue reading “14. Time Travel”
I’ve been offline lately because I’d run out of ideas – my own blog crash! (metaphorically speaking luckily!) Like the blogs above, I’m back on track now! Flash fiction to resume next week! * * * * * Copyright 2014 M. C. Dulac
Six monsters lived in Lizzie’s closet. They looked a bit like the monsters in Maurice Sendak’s “Where the Wild Things are”, only smaller. When Lizzie was a kid, they would come out at night and sit on the window sill, or walk with her in the park, or just listen to her childish chatter.Continue reading “6. Monsters”
After they only found one cookie, the dogs wondered if their elaborate scheme had been worthwhile.
Nobody ever knew who was really “borrowing” the bicycles in the village.