Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Monday, 6 January 2014
Friday, 3 January 2014
I simply want to live; to cause no evil to anyone but myself
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The silence was the first lie and then Jo said,
'What you doing in the Holosuite later?
'Oh, I'll race my Hog across the desert under the moon.'
'What about you?', asked Ken.
'I’ll watch children play on a beach.'
They fell silent, too ashamed to see each other’s tears. Far below, the dead Earth still burned.
The silence was the first lie and then Jo said,
'What you doing in the Holosuite later?
'Oh, I'll race my Hog across the desert under the moon.'
'What about you?', asked Ken.
'I’ll watch children play on a beach.'
They fell silent, too ashamed to see each other’s tears. Far below, the dead Earth still burned.
Thursday, 2 January 2014
Monday, 30 December 2013
Saturday, 28 December 2013
And the Gods played fair
The tent fluttered in the wind that carried the banter and wood-smoke of marching men at rest. Inside a decision was made.
'You think the lash has freed his tongue? He lies to save his kin', said admiral Datus.
Lord Artaphernes, looked over and raised his hand for silence, 'I have studied Ktesia words, beneath the chaff of pain I sense a grain of truth. Burn him'
From Marathon, Miltiades saw the smoke and wept. Now his people had a chance. The death showed as agreed that no Calvary rested by the river.
'You think the lash has freed his tongue? He lies to save his kin', said admiral Datus.
Lord Artaphernes, looked over and raised his hand for silence, 'I have studied Ktesia words, beneath the chaff of pain I sense a grain of truth. Burn him'
From Marathon, Miltiades saw the smoke and wept. Now his people had a chance. The death showed as agreed that no Calvary rested by the river.
Friday, 27 December 2013
At the door walk on the wild side
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Dropped on the pavement, the hand with red nails looked like a broken rose.I picked it up and put it into my case. In the war I killed with makeup and dresses hidden but as an 'hero' I came out. Except it was Christmas so Jack's hand was screwed on and family lies maintained.
Dropped on the pavement, the hand with red nails looked like a broken rose.I picked it up and put it into my case. In the war I killed with makeup and dresses hidden but as an 'hero' I came out. Except it was Christmas so Jack's hand was screwed on and family lies maintained.
Thursday, 26 December 2013
Singing for Supper
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