Tag: creative writing

Day 9: How far to fall at the Freshers Christmas Ball by Lucy Goldring

On the 9th Day of Christmas Lucy Goldring gave to me… On balance, it’s better that he didn’t notice me. Invisibility might just be my new superpower. Being in here – bass a distant drub-drub-drub, fellow ‘freshers’ a drone of bullshit – offers vodka-clear perspective. I will ignore the rat poison pellets squealing annihilation (too

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DAY 7: Falling by Rich Glinnen

On the 7th Day of Christmas Rich Glinnen gave to me… “Now they notice us,” Elm guffaws, simply stunning in an afro of violet, “all year long these people just coast on by, picking their noses.” The nearest trees grunt in agreement. “What did Elm say?” “A little louder, please. Some of us aren’t spring

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DAY 6: Suzy and the Wasp by Andrew Boulton

On the 6th Day of Christmas Andrew Boulton gave to me… When summer came and the skies bulged with a sticky mist, one wasp made an error of judgement. Sugar-drunk and oblivious to consequences, this wasp found himself trapped inside a freezer. And slept. Now it’s Christmas morning and the freezer is, for the first

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DAY 5: Buddhist Christmas by Pavle Radonic

On the 5th Day of Christmas Pavle Radonic gave to me… Starbs for refuge from a shower. Finally some of the promised monsoon had arrived. Hold on the cafe, it was better left for up the road…. Oh shite! The pink Watsons van out front. Yes of course, the pharmacy chain. Beauty products were an ancillary. You

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DAY 4: Going Cold Turkey by Nicola Ashbrook

On the 4th Day of Christmas Nicola Ashbrook gave to me… Alastair says the way to his heart is through his stomach, which is unfortunate, given the Listeria incident. I wanted to make amends for that this Christmas by cooking a roast Delia would be proud of. The turkey was safely stowed in the fridge;

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DAY 3: Festive Speed Dating by Laura Besley

On the 3rd Day of Christmas Laura Besley gave to me… Woman: Do you like Christmas? Man 1: Nah. Woman: (Scrooge. Next!) Woman: Do you like Christmas? Man 2: Totally. I love it, like 100%. No, 1000%. Woman: (You can’t do anything 1000%. Next!) This speed dating thing was not my idea. My friend wanted

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Lock and Load by Nick Gallup

The Pull-over “A Corvette?” Nadine repeated. “You’re kind of old for a mid-life crisis, aren’t you? And besides, don’t they cost $100,000?” “Not a new one,” George replied. “A used one. One of the curvy models. I’ve got my eye on one for $20,000.” “What’s wrong with our Camry?” “Not a thing. I just want

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DAY 2: Family Dinner by Jess Moody

On the 2nd Day of Christmas Jess Moody gave to me… Every kitchen surface is covered, and levels are rising. A failing round of Tetris, I’ve reached cascade failure. Pans, baking trays, congealing white sauce, knives nonchalantly lying blade up. I’m about to get the meat from the larder. Approaching laughter – like clattering silverware

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DAY 1: Don’t Blame It On the Dog by Jude Higgins

On the 1st Day of Christmas Jude Higgins gave to me… I’m round at Gran’s for our pre-Christmas, Christmas. She’s bought me a vegan sausage wreath and made chocolate coated brussel sprouts. After I’ve forced them down, we settle in front of the TV with Mum’s mince pies to watch ‘The Return of the King’,

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Richard Thomas – Storyville Studio

Q – Storyville Studio has officially launched. Congratulations! So, you’ve been editing and offering writing classes for a long time, and have edited some outstanding authors. What differentiates Storyville from the work you’ve done previously? RT – Thanks for having me! You guys are doing great work. Well, I wanted to have a dedicated place

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