This story was written for Microcosms last week. My prompts were gardener, castle, fairy tale. The Beanstalk The gardener watched the princess walking to and fro in front of the window of her tower. It was night and he knew that some of the glinting light that shone from the room was from light reflecting […]
“At the Altar” was written for Microcosms last week. My prompts were weather forecaster, temple, and crime. It turned out quite… interesting. At the Altar The people had chosen him on the day the weather forecaster came to town. Selected unanimously, his hands were bound behind his back and he was marched towards the temple. […]
Written for Microcosms (for which you have a maximum of 300 words), the prompts for this piece was “isolated teen”, “ball”, “sci-fi”. Danse Macabre Lights flickered on in the empty hall. Old Classical music started playing as couples entered through the large doors. Long dresses swished and swayed as a waltz played and the dancers […]
“The Exorcism of CJ” was written for last week’s Microcosms competition. The elements I had to work with, were: exorcist, rural town, sci-fi. The Exorcism of CJ The exorcist arrived two hours late. “You know how they are,” Josephine said, wiping her hands on her apron. “And they don’t care about what happens in the […]
This piece was originally written for the last Microcosms of 2017 ( a flash fiction competition of 300 words). I quite enjoyed writing this one and it took me in another direction than I had initially thought it would. Enjoy! Nil Omne John stared into the machine through the thick glass. His fellow scientists recorded […]
This flash piece was written for Microcosms last Friday. My prompts were “soldier”, “aftermath of war”, “post-apocalyptic”. And He Wore Green in His Beret “You know what tomorrow is, don’t you?” his son asked, looking up at him, his eyes large and brown. Aliel sighed and glanced at the rusted metal trunk that held his […]
This story was written for last week’s Microcosms flash fiction competition (where you have 300 words max for the story). The elements I had to use for the story, was creature, in the dark, and steampunk. What the Ether Let Through Ether shimmered in the dark alley as the creature appeared and stalked along the […]
Father’s Kiss” was written for last week’s Microcosms flash fiction competition. The prompts were reporter, airport, and memoir.
“The last giraffe died more than three centuries ago. On earth. And you know the kind of stories that lot could come up with. For all we know they could breathe fire.”
May has been a month of fiction started, but not necessarily finished. The reason for this is that the stories were written either for Patreon (part 4 of The Box of Secrets) or the writing course I am currently taking through The Open University and FutureLearn.