Tag: creative writing
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Flash Fiction 8 – Death and Life
Living in a large city, Lana rarely recognised the strangers around her. That was why she was so surprised to encounter the two gentleman, at such different times. The first time was on a bus, late one night. The streets were dark and she wasn’t sure if she should get off the bus at Town…
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Flash Fiction 7 – Friday night drinks
“Would you rather live in the 1970s or the 1980s?” the handsome young man with the soft brown eyes leaned in closer. Katy giggled. The wine bar was so noisy on Friday nights. This guy had an unusual line of conversation. “Hmmm,” she said, “1970s.” “Interesting,” he flashed a smile and sipped his drink, “New…
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Flash Fiction 6 – The Week Away
The writer had been working frantically all month. The words poured from her fingertips, filling her notebooks and speeding across the screen of her laptop. Ideas had come to her on the street, in the supermarket, on the train or during conversations with friends, sprinkling down like stardust. Her desk summoned her as she wrote…
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Flash Fiction 5 – There was a strange smell coming from the refrigerator
There was a strange smell coming from the refrigerator. At first Hank thought it was a piece of pizza, but he moved the old jars around and found nothing. Not that it was likely he’d forget a piece of pizza. Hank took a can of beer over to his favourite chair, sat himself down and…
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Flash Fiction 3 – “I did NOT murder my wife.”
“I did NOT murder my wife,” the email began. Roger stared nervously at the screen of his laptop. The email continued with various expletives, insults as to his writing ability, suggestions he might try another career, and then, the final sentence. “I demand you take this garbage down immediately. Derek.” It wasn’t fair. Roger was…
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Mythology Workshop 1 – Hermes was tired of working as a mailman
This little piece was written as part of the Mythology Workshop over at The 13th Floor Paradigm. The topic was “Gods and Goddesses visit the 21st century” and the individual story prompt was “Hermes was tired of working as a mailman”. * * * * * * * * * Hermes was tired of being…
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Flash Fiction – 2. The Vampire of Ballymorren
Alberto was sitting on a hillside overlooking the west coast of Ireland, admiring his fine lace cuffs, when he spotted a young man on the path below. He was beside him in an instant, “Do you mind if I walk with you, this dark night?” “No worries mate,” the young man replied, adjusting his backpack,…