Author Archive

Next challenge as promised!

September 26, 2009

‘I could have sworn I closed that window.’  Include this sentence at any point in your 100 word story.

scrambled eggs

September 23, 2009

Before tackling a new challenge, let’s get up to speed on how to post a blog.  If you are a contributor, you can add your story as a blog post rather than as a comment.   When you receive an email inviting you as a contributor, you need to sign up to WordPress but you don’t have to set up your own blog.  You can just have a user account.

Some more competition news from Leaf books.  They’re running a ‘Tiny Weeny Writing and Drawing Competition’.  A reminder too that the micro-fiction comp closes on 30th September.

Watch out for the next challenge!

Competition

September 1, 2009

Just had an email from Fish publishing in Ireland which runs prestigious writing competitions.  Their short story competition closes 30th November.  For writers of micro fiction aka flash fiction, a competition opens in January 2010.  We can get lots of practice before the deadline!

Watch this space for next challenge.

Forget the Horse

August 28, 2009

Helen posted this one as a comment!  Advice to anyone else keen to join us, post your story as a comment for moderation and then I can invite you as a contributor – or not!  Such is my scary power.   Which by the way I have wielded to give this a title. 

I stood under the trees like a horse, motionless, patient, waiting for the rainstorm to pass.

Patient?!

It may have looked that way. Inside, I was seething. How can my own sister be too cheap to hire a tent?

Shivering guests in soggy finery huddled together with the band, casually passing around bottles and plates they’d rescued from the picnic, while the photographer captured candid moments of camaraderie.

And all the time my cake – my cake! – was out there in the downpour. Sugar petals drooped, icing leaves fell, swags lost their swagger.

Forget the horse. My kingdom for a marquee.

It’s not a competition but this sets a standard!

August 27, 2009

I’m posting the following on behalf of abf101 who hasn’t worked out how to post yet!  Some of you have already appreciated its wit, having clocked it in the comments.

 I stood under the trees like a horse, motionless, patient, waiting for the rainstorm to pass. I’d never seen trees like a horse before; but at least they were shelter from the windy wetness. What could they be for? The high command had been very cagey. “Just build it,” they said. Ours but to hew and cry – and get skelfs everywhere. Now it’s to get wheels. I ask you! I ask everybody. Silence and the occasional wink, as if somebody has a crafty plan. Ten years’ battling away and we end up with a wooden horse. Very funny, Odysseus!

Cooking again!

August 25, 2009

Horrified to discover that the frying pan has been cold since February.  My excuse is I’ve been doing a lot of living.  What’s yours?   I was intrigued to see in the Herald of Saturday 23rd Aug that  ‘An Old Woman Cooking Eggs’ by Velazquez was chosen by four famous Scots as their favourite work of art from the National Gallery of Scotland’s collection.   Now there’s an incentive to creative endeavour.

Here is a new challenge.  Write a mini story in 100 words beginning:

‘I stood under the trees like a horse, motionless, patient, waiting for the rainstorm to pass.’

100 word competition!

February 18, 2009

Just heard about a 100-word microstory competition which is part of The Lost World Read 2009 reading campaign (organised in Glasgow by Aye Write! and in Edinburgh by the Edinburgh UNESCO City of Literature Trust).  

Each week a 100 word diary entry in a lost book  is invited and the winning entry is included in the book.  Goes on till next July – no prizes, just the fun of the challenge and the glory of being included.  For more info, have a look at the website.  It links on to another site about Conan Doyle’s The Lost World with details of  associated events round the UK about both Conan Doyle and Darwin.   Some interesting stuff in Glasgow and Edinburgh which counts as local for me!

Here’s an Ending

February 17, 2009

Write a story in 100 words that ends…’as the train pulled out from the platform.’

For you to be able to post it on this blog, I need to invite you as a contributor.  Send a comment or email me offline and I can then invite you.  If you’re already signed up to WordPress, let me know and I can add you by that route!

Write on!

Valentine’s Day Angst

February 12, 2009

I’m posting Colleen’s on her behalf – technical refresher still to happen!

 

Valentine’s Day Angst

 

I’ve had bouquets of roses

and swathes of  nemesias,

bunches of violets

and sweet-smelling freesias –

-but never on Valentine’s Day

 

I’ve had dinners in restaurants

(candle-lit, dreamy);

walks on wild beaches

lit by the moon;

soirees for two

on evening verandahs;

guitar serenades

while the sun’s in a swoon –

-but never on Valentine’s Day

 

I’ve had presents of bracelets and

rings and pearl necklets;

I’ve been showered with gifts

that I blush to describe –

I’ve had chocolates from Belgium

and oysters from Spain

delight straight from Turkey

flown in by a plane –

 

no matter the month, the day or the season

I’ve had letters and cards for any sweet reason,

propositions, proposals,

romantic intention –

 

there’s always just been

this one odd exception

 

never,

no, never,

on Valentine’s Day!

 

doesn’t anyone love me?

Colleen

 

The hens are laying again!

February 12, 2009

Not a sizzle has been heard for many months. Let’s get cooking again.   Here’s a brand new challenge.  This time you have a choice. 

  • Create an anti-Valentine card
  • Write a recipe for a Valentine cake in no more than 100 words
  • Send the planet a Valentine card in 8 lines of verse

Grumpy pedant note:  as if it wasn’t bad enough that Valentine’s Day has now become ‘Valentine’s’  (like ‘New Year’s’ – New Year’s what?), I’ve now seen ‘Valentines’ and it wasn’t a plural as in I didn’t receive any Valentines.  No, it was the name of the occasion.  Send your lover flowers on Valentines. I can’t cope.