Microfiction: Our Beach

There was a time when I’d held their hands as we walked. Now, my footsteps left a solitary trail across the smooth sand. A pale yellow sun sank towards the horizon. Small waves washed up, creating a non-silent silence where there was noise, but no distinctive sounds. No laughter. As | Read more…

Microfiction: Independent

As I entered the polling station and handed my card to the lady at the desk, I still didn’t know how I would vote. Nothing I’d heard in the run up to the election made me want to vote for any of the parties. I did feel quite strongly about voting | Read more…

Microfiction: Discovering Elvis

Mr Aberforth pulled the potato from the ground and brushed off the dirt. He threw it into the bucket with the others, but, as it flew through the air, something about it caught his eye. A strange surge of excitement set his stomach fluttering. He wiped his palms on his | Read more…

Microfiction: House Mouse

The food was at the back of a small, white box. Mushkin put her foot on the smooth surface and tested it. Nothing bad happened. She sniffed and felt with her whiskers. Strange smells mixed with the tempting aroma of wheat but none that she recognised as dangerous. She stretched | Read more…

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…

Short Story: Christmas Dinner for One

Isabel picks up more than turkey and sprouts shopping for her Christmas dinner. T’was the night before Christmas and after a long shift at the lab, Isabel stalked the supermarket shelves. She looked down at the few remaining loose Brussel sprouts. Scrawny little rejects. She didn’t even really like sprouts, | Read more…

50 word story: 50 Shades of Tetris

A little bonus post here. This was written as part of a challenge for Desert Bus 6 to write a 5o word story with the theme “50 shades of tetris”. If it makes you giggle, why not head on over to watch some of the marathon and help the children. | Read more…

50 word story: A conversation with my boss

“Are you working?” My boss asks. “Kind of.” “What do you mean kind of?” “I’m looking at the screen and I’m tapping on the keyboard.” “Is that twitter?” I cringe. “Umm, maybe.” “Well that’s networking, that counts as work. I’ll let you off.” I smile and keep working. Self-employment rocks. | Read more…