25/6/2015
I’m a writer based in South Wales, with an unhealthy obsession with stationery and baking. I mainly blog for my own sanity, but I’m also working on a novel. Still.
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Flash fiction is a style of fictional literature or fiction of extreme brevity. There is no widely accepted definition of the length of the category. Some self-described markets for flash fiction impose caps as low as three hundred words, while others consider stories as long as a thousand words to be flash fiction.
For some reason, Flash Fiction has worked for me this week, and I have had the least busy week in months! Take a look at some of the tiny stories I’ve created and let me know your favourites. ——- The capital letters in his name seemed too direct, too harsh; she didn’t intend those sentiments on this one final letter. The presence of a lasagne cooking in the kitchen charged over as she entered her parents’ house, deep, welcoming, and appetite tempting… Something wasn’t right. All night wasn’t enough, morning came too soon. The first orange on the tree gloated an ironic gleam as us that summer; fertile, bright and new. All you had to do was stay. I’ve decided the love I gave away I want back, yesterday. Champagne flutes played like tinnitus in my ears. “Sooo… three months in, Ana, how has marriage surprised you?” my sister prompted. Drip, drip, drip; the house had never sounded so lonely. The crack in the window played a tune not unlike a U2 single – any U2 single – from Simon’s childhood; two decades ago, but still, the blood stained his conscious thought. “We thought she’d be better off with second years – you can’t gamble on who you’ll meet in Freshers’ Halls.” —— See you soon – busy weekend ahead so it may well be next week before I post here again, but why not come over to Born to be a Tourist and see what’s been happening on my travel blog? Lou x Find me on Facebook Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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