Fiction
Stuff wot I made up and wrote
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Open the mic
This is my first timeAt one of theseand I find myself willing, hopingthat it won’t be shitno withering on the vine But it will be shitsay the voices in my headloudly spokenfilling me with dread Stop looking at me, but please side eye me your approval slide it along the floorso I may stoopand bowing,…
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The slow walk home
There is a chill in the air this late autumn day, but she doesn’t mind. A freshness on the breeze roses her cheeks, her warm breath forming mini clouds that briefly engulf her features. She loves days like today where she can take her time and enjoy life; finding pleasure in all the sounds around…
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Bronze
This post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #35 — Bronze. We all laughed as we watched the episode of a long forgotten television show. It seemed like such a silly notion, to everyone else at least, that someone would colour themselves that way. But not to…
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Celebration
The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #34 — Celebration. The radio breaks their early morning silence as they drive. “Next up, Kool & The Gang wi…” the announcer is cutoff as the ignition is killed. They step out of the car and pause to savour the…
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Tennis
The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #29 — Tennis. I think the part I loved the most was when I was first released. That whooooosh, the rush of fresh air as the can was popped open, the golden light that greeted me as I tumbled…
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The Interview
The post is written in response to a prompt from Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #29 — Interview. Of course I was nervous, who wouldn’t be. The weeks of waiting now boiled down to the next couple of hours. I closed my eyes, focused my breathing, and thought of the conversations I’d had to…