Flash Fiction

Discover my 100 word stories and other bits and pieces added to the blog over the years.


  • I stand alone

    I’ve been here for years. Unloved. Unnoticed. That’s me.  Nobody ever asks how I’m feeling. No one ever asks what I want. It’s just take, take, take. So much noise, so much chaos. Hands clamping around me, legs running around. Sirens, shouting, panic and relief. Then it all stops as quickly as it began. Once again,…

  • Martyn

    Martyn was a lean man, both in appearance and with the truth. Though he was easy-going and approachable it was wise never to ask about or attempt to enter his garage. The neighbours often spoke about his penchant for DIY, and in particular his wonderful patio. It was noted that he must be a perfectionist…

  • Thinking on your feet

    When thinking on one’s feet, consider this and: Take a seat. For when you’re sitting on your arse, on a chair, the loo or grass, you’ll find the answers come much quicker, your retorts will be much slicker, (and here’s the real kicker) you sound a lot less thicker.  

  • 3am

    I’d spent the last few weeks staring at the BBQ; the lid of which was still very much closed. The sun had been out but the desire to stand next to a flaming pit of coals whilst being incinerated by the fiery heart of our galaxy hadn’t really set me alight. I’d began to assess…

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