flash fiction
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Here is the story which was awarded second place in the flash fiction competition I held at Swanwick Writing Summer School. Entrants had to write a story up to 250 words. Dead Ahead By Terry Baldock What would you do if you came across a coffin in the middle of the road on a cold…
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It’s with great pleasure that I welcome back a regular on here – Murray Clarke has written another entertaining story for us. If you’d like to be included in my guest writer slot, please get in touch: estherchilton@gmail.com. Poems can be up to 60 lines and prose 2000 words. If you’d like to add a…
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Earlier this week, I announced the winners of the short story competitions I ran at Swanwick Writing Summer School. Here is the story which was awarded first place in the flash fiction competition for stories up to 250 words. A Father’s Son By Terry Lowell How do you tell your boy he’s not your son? Do…
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When I was teaching a course on writing competitions at Swanwick Writing Summer School back in August, I launched two competitions for those attending the school. I had some fantastic entries for both competitions which made my job of choosing winners very difficult. But I promised I would announce the winning stories today so I’ve…
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This week I’m delighted to feature a writer who often takes up my story challenges. Please give a warm welcome to Ann Edall-Robson. If you’d like to be included in my guest writer slot, please get in touch: estherchilton@gmail.com. Poems can be up to 60 lines and prose 2000 words. If you’d like to add…
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Today is your final chance to enter my competition! To celebrate the launch of my new book, The Storm, I’m giving away a copy of my first short story collection, The Siege, to the winner of the following short story competition: Write a story in 50 words, using the following words in it somewhere: The…
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The zombies were coming closer. Arms reached out. Eyes, large and lifeless, sought hers. Mouths gaped open, drool dangling down. Groans gained momentum, their frenzied excitement building. Something solid touched her shoulder. She jumped. This was it. “Want a cup of tea, love?” She looked into her husband’s eyes and then back to the TV.…
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I touch his face, my fingers caressing his lips, catching on a ragged ridge of chapped skin. I press my own to them, tasting the tang of tears as they cascade down my cheeks. I drink in his warmth. Or what’s left; it won’t be long before his lips mirror the hue of a bloated…
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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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As many of you know, I love writing flash fiction. Here’s a new story for you: Escape I stop, tears streaming down my cheeks. Soft whispers caress me, building in sound slowly, the harshness of the words with them. The snap of stiff wood to my right, a yell of triumph to my left. Fingers…
Esther Chilton 