The first month of 2019 has almost ended and although I haven’t written as many works of flash fiction I’d expected, especially over the holiday period, two new pieces is better than none. If you haven’t read these, I’ve included the links to each below. Leave No Reindeer Behind New Horizons – Ultima Thule […]
New Horizons – Ultima Thule by Gavin Biddlecombe The President strode into the conference room, speaking before reaching the podium. The gathered reporters hushed. “I appreciate you all for coming in from your New Year celebrations to mark this historic occasion,” he said. “You’re leaving?” asked one of the reporters. The President checked his […]
Leave No Reindeer Behind by Gavin Biddlecombe Santa’s muscles tensed, fighting the freezing gale biting its way to bare skin through the holes of his heavy red jacket. “Keep going,” he screamed. Tired hands gripped the reigns, steering what was left of his reindeer into the oncoming blizzard. He glanced over his shoulder and, […]
Locked Out By Gavin Biddlecombe “Come on guys, open up.” Neil stood on the platform outside of the sealed door, speaking to the inhabitants through his radio. “This isn’t funny anymore.” “What’s the password?” said one voice, distorted by the electronic hardware. “I’m not playing this game again. Let me in or I’m telling.” “Ooh, […]
Seasons at Play was submitted to Christopher Fielden’s latest volume of Nonsensically Challenged (Vol. 3), with a 200 word limit. Seasons at Play By Gavin Biddlecombe “It doesn’t matter what happens beyond this point,” said Summer, admiring the line he had drawn across the sand. “The minute it’s crossed, that’s it.” […]
How often do you get stuck trying to find the correct word that replaces said when writing dialogue? And how often does this halt the flow of your writing when you’re on a roll? Yep, I know. Me too. I don’t worry about it so much during the first draft as this is where I […]
Disappearing Act by Gavin Biddlecombe “You really are the worst,” she yelled as she stormed in after Michael. “I don’t want to hear it again,” said Michael, setting his top hat and wand on the dressing room table as he collapsed into the chair by the mirror. He loosened his bow tie as he […]
