The Old Photograph
The photo of you,The one in my pocket,Is faded and torn at the edges.The black and white picture,A gift from you,Is a treasure that I’ll take to the grave.
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The photo of you,The one in my pocket,Is faded and torn at the edges.The black and white picture,A gift from you,Is a treasure that I’ll take to the grave.
Continue readingI need to breathe, Like winter needs the snow, Like summer needs the sun, Like spring needs its glow, Like autumn needs its colourful gown, in which we kick our way.
Continue readingI think I need to rebrand my website. Not the visuals, they look well, but the wording. Flash Fiction gives the impression of storytelling, which is exactly what it started out as, but now I seem to have slipped away…
Continue readingI’ve started writing poems about serial killers. I’ve written three so far, but they’re not quite ready for public viewing, not yet. I’ll sleep on them tonight, I think, and then do some editing, and I might upload one or…
Continue readingScar We all have scars, some visible, a blemish on the skin, others unseen, unknown to the casual observer. I have both from times of hardship. I have a visible wound on my left index finger, a scar left over…
Continue readingI liked how my website looked, but there was definitely room for improvement, so I went online looking for something clean, something pushing toward minimalism but also suited to my writing style. I tend to be more of a writer…
Continue readingSuburban Out of the front door, turn left at the tattoo parlour, young people waiting with Euros in clenched fists, and I stop and listen to the buzz of the needles as the artist plies his trade. Walk up the…
Continue readingDarcy is at over 1100 words, my longest piece to date, and I banged It out in approximately 3 hours, and that 3 hours was at the end of a shift in the factory. Not only is Darcy my longest…
Continue readingBlack. The year 2015 A genetic modification caused by a Russian chemical accident has polluted the Earth, and people feel it far and wide. Months have passed, and the cleanup, mainly by Western countries, has lost the battle with nature,…
Continue readingI sat down last night to make my first blog post here at Flash Fiction. I typed in all that I wished to say and filled out all the necessary bits and pieces like keywords or categories etc, and then…
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