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
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;
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
We are pleased to announce the release of the STORGY FLASH FICTION 2019 EBOOK! The FLASH FICTION 2019 Anthology features the finalists of the 2019 STORGY FLASH FICTION Competition and includes 30 flash fiction stories by a selection of the most talented writers from across the world. That’s 30 exclusive flash fiction stories for only £2.99!
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
This book has a wide selection of authors all writing fabulous short stories from the source material of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. Many of these writers are the go to scribes for anthologies recently and they don’t disappoint providing the reader with a wide array of fantasy, horror and dark brooding fiction. I found
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
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’,
‘The Husband & Wife’s Lung is magnificent.’ You take Ruben’s advice. He orders the Duck Sang-Froid. Your waiter wheels over a bulky apparatus. It has a cylindrical body, enormous funnel, a hand wheel, and a spout. The moment he’s gone, you ping! the apparatus with your dessert spoon. Ruben’s smile collapses so abruptly it’s like
Different than other men Dora found online—rougher hands, a dry wit, and tendency to hypochondria. Similar in how he loved drinks and small bites at happy-hours, TV crime shows, and playing Cards Against Humanity. She liked his looks, told friends he was a cousin of the Marlboro man: 6’ 2” tall, wide shoulders, narrow hips;
