You’ve just walked in the door, stripped off your Lycra and turned on the shower when you see it: the toe. Not an ordinary toe; not a toe attached to a foot attached to a leg attached to a body. No. This is a severed toe. Freshly severed. It’s upright and propped against the wall.
There’s something about the sound of a tent zip ripping into the pre-dawn stillness as you push your way out, stiff and bleary, cupping a yawn and blinking away the crusty bits. Rude, raw country air rushes in for a hug and now you’re awake, drinking in the sight of lush, dewy grass descending gracefully
The Period for Submissions opens on 4th September 2020 1st Prize £100 + STORGY Gift Bundle 2nd Prize STORGY Gift Bundle 3rd Prize STORGY Gift Bundle Finalists will be published in the STORGY FLASH FICTION: VOLUME II ANTHOLOGY £5 Entry Fee Entry Dates Submissions for the STORGY Flash Fiction Competition will be accepted from 4th September 2020 The deadline for receipt
Elinor’s daughter Geni was in the other room playing pretend. She was pretending to be a bartender with a cardboard box standing in for the bar. Elinor didn’t know where she’d gotten the idea, and she thought that maybe she ought to go in and distract her or forbid her to play bartender or at
You take the back roads because the motorway scares you, especially at night. Your wife says, “Really? We’re doing this? You can’t drive in a straight fucking line?” She checks her watch and folds her arms noisily. She apologises to everyone when you get there. “I’m not pointing the finger at anyone,” she says, pointing
Headers and Volleys needs three people. One for goal, two to pass the ball back and forth, before flicking it up to spin and shoot. Score a goal? Knock one point off the keeper. Kick it wide? Get between goal posts. Who made the rules? You don’t know, but you’ve followed them since primary school
You show me the mouldy, rotting body of yet another Siamese Fighting Fish so we stop drinking and head off. In the pet shop we stop to talk to the yellow and blue macaw which answers to the name Pauline Conway. ‘What a disgrace. It’s too big for that cage. We’d do a better job,’
Seventy years is a long time right? It’s in fact a lifetime, but what we have with An Inheritance is a gripping novella-in-flash that takes us on this journey at breakneck speed, as we flit through seventy years and four generations of family life – with all its love, grittiness, despair, hope, loss, grief and
Dear Chairperson, Firstly my congratulations on your appointment as chairperson of the Vegetable Hall of Fame selection committee. You got my vote and I have every faith that you will step-up to the honour and conduct your role with the utmost professionalism and respect. Having recently reviewed this year’s shortlist, I am once again deeply
He came into the room and he had no idea that he wouldn’t be leaving, at least, not the same way in which he had entered. It wasn’t that kind of room. The kind a person can just up and decide to retreat back the way they came. She was already there. Sitting. Believing. That’s
