Published Fiction

Flash Fiction:

Sometimes I Smoke – The Cabinet of Heed – January 2018

Sanctuary on the Plains – Flashpoint Anthology – March 2018

The Envy of the Village – The Drabble – March 2018

An Offering – National Flash Fiction Day Anthology 2018 – June

The Witching Folds – Another North – May 2019

VSS365 Anthology – Day 14: Bolt – September 2019

Short Stories:

Dinner’s at 6 – The Sirens Call eZine 37th Issue – February 2018

The Night Dweller – The Sirens Call eZine 38th Issue – April 2018

Angel

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Angel

Clodagh lay on the soft grass looking up at the decorative webbing that formed a roof between the trees. It was such a good idea of Noal’s to have a New Year’s Eve party here. Her idea for fancy dress was even better. It had been epic.

She turned to look at the mysterious angel laying next to her. He wasn’t from her school. His wings were magnificent. How did he make them?

When he kissed her at midnight she’d soared.

His bright eyes opened, his wings fluttered and wrapped around her, pulling her close.

She was obviously still high.

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This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple. 

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.

Cathedral of Junk – Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Cathedral of Junk

‘Why do we have to go here?’

‘It’s on my list.’

‘Yeh, but why is it on your list? Rubbish as art? It’s weird.’

‘Forgotten things can become special in the right hands.’

‘You don’t need a tower of junk to tell you you’re special. Is that what this trip is about?’

Layla sighed. The car was too warm. She hadn’t achieved half of what she wanted to, and now she was rotting away from the inside. Cells mutated. Tom was going to take it bad. She hoped he could find some beauty in the world when she was gone.

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The Cathedral of Junk is in the backyard of Vince Hannemann in Austin, Texas. He built it because he liked it and it has become a tourist attraction. Find out more about the Cathedral of Junk here.

 

This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple. 

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.