Reading time: < 1 min The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #26 โ Literature. “Please, just give it a quick read.” “Look, I’ve told you before it’s not going to happen, how many times do we have to tell you?” โBecause the sign on the door says โPurveyors of fine…
Reading time: 2 mins The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #25 โ Charity. I had a good life, a steady job, family, kids, a nice home. No-one tells you how it’ll be, how the cold invades and never leaves, the background thrum from your gnawingly empty stomach. No-one tells…
Reading time: 5 mins Picture the scene. I’m sitting on the sofa watching TV. There is a small brindle dog lying next to me, gently snoring. At my feet a small black dog lies on a rug, knawing on a chew toy. He stops, stands up, and turns around to face me. He whines pathetically, his bottom lip petted.…
Reading time: 2 mins The air is cool as it moves around us. Under foot, crimson leaves lie fallen, their work done, and far above our heads the empty branches whisper in the wind. Decades of stories are whispered back and forth above our heads, as we stand below them, looking up as they sway and talk. On we…
Reading time: < 1 min I’m trying something new, I’ve dabbled with fiction here and there on this blog, and the recent November Blogging challenge made me realise that I enjoyed the freedom a simple prompt can bring. So, let’s see how it goes. The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge…
Reading time: 8 mins I’m standing in the room. It’s a room I’ve heard described by many others but here I am, finally. I can’t quite believe what’s happening, it feels surreal, like I’m still in a dream, which is oddly apt I suppose. The message was waiting for me when I woke, as I rose from my bed…