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Choices Fay couldn’t stop the terrible thoughts trampling through her head. She battled for calm. Think! Think! she shouted to her tormented mind. This was a matter of life or death. Well, almost. At the very least, it would change her life forever. She looked at her hands, at the objects held in them. The…
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Competition Crazy I entered a competition last week, It wasn’t for the squeamish or the meek, Tiebreakers, crosswords, a word search or two, It took all day and a night to do. Phew! I’ve won a few comping prizes before, But this one topped all with prizes galore, Holidays, cars, bikes and a shopping spree,…
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Well, that’s all right then… Photo credit: Pinterest
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For two years a friend of mine had been urging me to visit her in Dubai, where she was working as a teacher. But I have to admit I really wasn’t keen. Perhaps I’d read too many negative newspaper reports about rules and regulations. Or maybe I simply thought it too modern and ugly. I…
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Here’s a new photo prompt for you this week. I hope it sets your mind thinking of stories, poems and limericks. Last week, Sharon Harvey provided the photo prompt. If you feel inspired and would like to send something in, it’s not too late. Here’s the prompt: ***
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Here is a reminder that you only have until Friday to enter The Writers Bureau Flash Fiction Competition. Here are the details for you: Prizes: 1st: £300 2nd: £200 3rd: £100 All winners will receive a Writers Bureau course of their choice worth over £370. Entry fee: £5, three entries for £10 Word count: Up…
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It’s strange how you can lose your appetite very quickly…
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Dynamic Dialogue Dialogue is good for imparting information, but only use it to impart necessary information. The reader doesn’t need to know every little detail e.g.: “I thought you were having your hair cut today,” Sally said. Her eyes narrowed, running over her daughter’s hair. “I was, but they had a water leak. That was…
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I’d known my friend, Jackie, since I was four years old; we met on our first day at primary school. I’d been all tearful, and scared to leave my mum, when she took my hand and off we ran in to school. Fast forward forty years and here Jackie was, asking if I’d like to…
Esther Chilton 