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Friday, 11 December 2015

End of the World - Into Orbit - Birth & Bane

Flash Fiction / Micro Fiction
Length - 100 words each

Three pieces written for the competition theme 'Fireworks'.
* 'End of the World' and 'Into Orbit' were 'Highly Commended' in the competition!


End of the World

A bead of sweat rolled down the younger man's cheek.
            One international incident after another had torn the veil of peace from Mother Earth's weathered face, and together they stood guarding the antechamber of oblivion as those in power deliberated the end of the world.
            The bulb above bled red and sirens filled the corridor as their leader emerged from the doorway.
            'At ease gentlemen, at ease.' He leant across to steady the younger guardsman's quivering shoulder.
            'Is there nothing you can do?'
            'All weapons everywhere have just been launched.' He shrugged helplessly. 'I'm going outside to watch the fireworks.'

Into Orbit

'Did you want to say something, honey?' April nodded her head sadly.
            'Kyle wanted to be an astro... an ast... a space boy.' She paused a moment to look at the picture of him lying in his hospital bed. They weren't a family that stopped to take many pictures, and illness had taken his little life swiftly. '... But he couldn't. So now we're going to help him.'
            The rocket carried Kyle's ashes into orbit. It tore a brilliant blue hole in the sky. The bang shook free a tear and it rolled down her cheek, but she was smiling.

Birth & Bane

Anger wracked inside his frame, the restless flame, it is both birth and bane.

'Here goes...' He aimed the rocket at the restless dead. It shot across the clearing, but predictably sailed through their ethereal form, exploding against a tree which set fire to the dry brush.
            'What now?'
            'I don't have any more!'
            'No! Fire... works! Look!' One of the marauding spirits strayed too close to the flame and howled in silent anguish before dissipating entirely.
            Birth and bane.
            'It all started when they lit the Guy!' He said, scrabbling for a makeshift firebrand. 'We can fight them!'


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Friday, 6 November 2015

Committed - Kiss of Death - Brave

Flash Fiction / Micro Fiction
Length - 100 words each

Three pieces written for the competition theme 'Unlucky Halloween'.
* 'Brave' finished 2nd place in the competition!



Halloween is my time, and this year, like the shops I started early. I was committed, as they say, or should be, and wild accusations had me confined under house arrest.
                On the night I almost gave up hope, scuppered by rain and reputation, until one little Robin Hood got separated from his family.
                I offered him one of my beloved spider cakes, but he refused, months of hunting behind furniture wasted. I thought to win him over and ushered him inside.
                That he recognised my hand crafted decorations as his missing kid sister was just plain unfortunate. For him.

Kiss of Death

'You're not gonna believe it! I kissed Jennifer! It was... magical!' Jordan beamed, eyes fixed on Dave's wizardly cloak. 'I heard her in the cafeteria, she's come as an angel. And I used this!' He pinged his mask back over his smug face.
                'Yeah mate, but so did her sister...' Under the mask Jordan's face was unreadable, but there was a weight to the silence that followed. 'Mate, everyone saw it.'
                'Wait, everyone? Even...' Dave nodded his head in mock solemnity, and Jordan felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned slowly, and came face to face with the reaper.


I slipped away from the others under cover of the storm, running a finger along the police tape that lined the path to the door.
                'I've come for my sister.'
                I pulled back my green hood and buffeted him over the threshold. He tried to distract me with poisonous edibles, but I pushed deeper into his lair.
                Then I saw her, everywhere, she lined the walls.
                I screamed my fury, but it was only one more cry against the chorus of this unhallowed night. My one chance cruelly reversed.
                I spied an empty place on the mantelpiece, undoubtedly my own.


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Friday, 9 October 2015

Blog - 09/10/15


Yes, things have been quiet! I've not given up, just progressing at a snail's pace!

This is just a quick post to inform you there should be some regular content on the horizon! A writer I follow on social media, Morgen Bailey,  has launched her own 'Micro Fiction' competition that runs monthly with a designated theme which is free to enter! I intend to use it as a writing exercise, therefore I'll be posting my pieces on a monthly basis after the results of the competition are announced!

 It's a hard format to crack, but this time I was fortunate enough to win a place in the 'Highly Commended' list! The theme for this month was 'White', and you can read my entry 'Conception'  by clicking the link below!

As this was the inaugural month of the competition I won a free place on one of her online writing courses! The word limit is 100 words each month, so if you fancy a go I've put the link below! You can also read the winning entries!

I'll only update you via blog post if any of my pieces make a placing!

Until next time, buh-bye!


'Conception' - Micro Fiction - http://bit.ly/1LbnLua

Morgen Bailey's Writing Blog  - http://bit.ly/1OqChCL

Morgen Bailey's Micro Fiction Competition Page - http://bit.ly/1Lu958r

Morgen Bailey's Micro Fiction Competition Results 'September' Page - http://bit.ly/1jikwcL

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Flash Fiction / Micro Fiction
Length - 100 words

Written for the competition theme 'White'.
* Won a place on the 'Highly Commended' list!



I may not have happened yet, but I am not nothing. I live shackled in boundless white because you have not yet granted me any colour. A white of beginning, unlike black's end, that place where all has been explored to exhaustion. I could be the making of you, a streak of yellow that leads the way. Although equally, I won't lie, though I might, I could be your undoing, a sorrowful blue or ruinous red. I could fall somewhere in the middle, or be a mix of all three. I could be anything, if only you'd set me free.


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