Microfiction: The Sparrow Who Flew Through The Fence

A sparrow flew across an allotment. When it reached the mesh fence at the edge, instead of flying over, it aimed for a square hole, barely big enough for its body. With wings folded back, it wriggled and squirmed until it popped through. A flick of wings and it bobbed | Read more…

Writing exercises of the literal kind – walking

If you’re anything like me, you love making your characters run for their lives, climb mountains or go six rounds with a werewolf, but know you’d be screwed if it was you. Yes, I have trouble motivating myself to do exercise, and I’m sure I’m not alone. The cosmic irony | Read more…