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Flash Fiction: Coffee Shop
Flash fiction that takes place in a coffee shop.
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Flash fiction that takes place in a coffee shop.
Hello all, Poetry on a Friday. Wow. You are lucky things. I've had a bit of a disrupted couple of weeks so I'm not quite back to the usual routine, but I scribbled something down after seeing a set of flags on a block of flats
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With everything being online and the increasing tendency of the human race to overshare, there are an awful lot of writers who seem to think that you should put everything you’ve ever written online and share it with everyone that you know. I think the rationale goes that if
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A poem about problems
This week I learned that writing a log line can help clarify a story. I recently picked up a copy of 'Save the Cat' by Blake Snyder, which is peddled as the last book on screenwriting I'll ever need. (He's written lots of other
Hello, Today's really short post is all about maps. Why maps? Because I've drawn some maps. I have been looking through (very slowly) my fantasy novel and realised that I was mentioning a lot of place names, and travel distances, without really having a clear idea
This week, I learned how one little word can make a huge difference. Hold on: This week, I learned how one little word will make a huge difference. Hmmm. The first one. What am I on about? This all started when I saw a Kindle advert for a book. I
This flash fiction idea came to me while I was on a train. I have no more context to offer. Deep, right? I hope you enjoy it 😄 Prepped The ash falls started, just like the radio said they would. The town in the valley below sparkles with juttering lights as
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Phil Hurst breaks down what writers can learn from the first page of the Oscar winning screenplay of American Fiction.
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It really bugs me when people leave signs out for longer than they are needed. Gig posters weeks after the gigs. Roadwork warnings after the road is completed. While I could write an essay, I thought I'd share everyone some time and write a short poem expressing my
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Why do I think all my old work is no good? And if it's not, what should I do to fix it?
This is a short, semi-autobiographical flash fiction that I've had sitting on my (virtual) desk for a while. I'm not a fan of leaving things sitting around, so after a quick tidy up I thought I'd share it. I hope you like it -
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How to deal better with rejection as a writer
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A poem about eternal love, the inherent fragility of civilisation and how fleeting life is. In four verses. Easy.
While talking to friends about my writing (and yes, flogging this website to try and increase the number of subscribers) someone asked why, with 20,000 books being published a year, I carried on writing. Did I not think it was a fool’s errand? This is the kind of
A love poem about daffodils