I am tired and old and do not have the energy to crosspost and boost manually. Here are some things I have done of note lately.
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Flash Fiction – New, Old
In February 2021, Storytelling Collective had a flash fiction prompt month and of course, I didn’t hit every day (or really get close) but I did end up with some favourites I want out in the world, even in their unedited form. Old Was thinking about this post from Annalee Newitz. “What’s the phrase—‘old as balls?’” Elora squinted at the artefact, bringing it up so close it nearly touched her nose. “How old are balls anyway?” José gently pulled her hands from her face and pushed up the glasses that…
Flash Fiction – Space
In February 2021, Storytelling Collective had a flash fiction prompt month and of course, I didn’t hit every day (or really get close) but I did end up with some favourites I want out in the world, even in their unedited form. Space When Marta was promoted, her rooming was upgraded. Rather than sharing a room with three others, she only had one roommate. The extra space felt luxurious. The bunk was flanked by two slim closets, allowing each girl their own place to hang the lavender uniforms that marked…
Flash Fiction – Creature
In February 2021, Storytelling Collective had a flash fiction prompt month and of course, I didn’t hit every day (or really get close) but I did end up with some favourites I want out in the world, even in their unedited form. Creature Yoli slid the dish stacked with bits of meat and cheese next to the bowl of water, both almost in the shadow of the space beneath the couch. It would be easy, if you were small and scared and hiding under the couch, to dip out and…
Flash fiction – Oath
In February 2021, Storytelling Collective had a flash fiction prompt month and of course, I didn’t hit every day (or really get close) but I did end up with some favourites I want out in the world, even in their unedited form. Oath “Swear it.” Margie looked up at the bird, staring down at her from a branch. It cocked its head to look at her directly, one dark bright eye meeting hers. “Swear it.” “Fine!” Margie threw her hands up in defeat. “I swear it.” She stomped her foot…