Hot on the heals of the release of anthology Adverbially Challenged Volume 3 comes Tritely Challenged Volume 1, which hosts 100 of the most cliched works of flash fiction by 100 authors. This time, Every Cloud… makes an appearance in the first, of hopefully many, volumes containing witty and amusing cliche-riddled stories. It is due […]

Mosey by Gavin Biddlecombe Hank drew at Champion’s reigns, directing him to the boisterous saloon, dismounted and moseyed up to the swinging doors, spurs clinking with each step. The din settled within as the punters paused to examine their newest guest, silhouetted at the entrance. Hank ignored the rank, stale smell of sweat as he […]

Wow. Decide to move and soon it’s been a couple of months since the last written piece appeared on this site. Okay, so I lie a little. I have been sneaking in a few short stories here and there but they’ll require a little more editing before I’ll submit. On the whole it has been […]

Leading Up To… was originally just meant to be a stand-alone short piece of fiction, that soon ended up with a Part 2. It was whilst working on the second segment that the ideas continued to blossom. Off screen these have become Parts 3, 4, 5 and so forth (now their own separate chapters), with the […]

Adverb Writing Challenge: Max 100 words (excluding name and title).   Golf Swing by Gavin Biddlecombe Gripping the club tightly between incredibly tired, sweaty hands Joe stood eagerly over the tiny, pimply white ball hidden snuggly in the long grass. Crazy eyes stared longingly at it as the club was drawn menacingly up high behind […]

Leading Up To… (Part 2) by Gavin Biddlecombe As the last two marshmallows dropped into the contents of his steaming mug, Dave inhaled deeply, enjoying the thick, rich smell of chocolate. There’s definitely an upside to working here, he thought, even if the days are long and the uniform takes some getting used to. He […]

Leading Up To… by Gavin Biddlecombe Sat at his desk and poring over the new intake of e-mails that continuously filled his inbox, Dave reviewed the names alongside the ancient, over-sized book beside him. He glanced over at the clock on the wall of the large office as it slowly ticked away. Almost 15 o’clock. […]