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| At Last/Eclectic Eulogy
| Differing perspectives of one event. Warning: A wee bit of Scots in here. ... | | Words: | 214 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Splinter - Wee #32
| | The blue of the eye startled him. Staring up through the crack in the floorboards--the cracks his... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 19-04-08 |
| Words: | 167 | | Comments: | 14 | | Status: | Public |
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| Still Waters - Wee #31
| | Dave watched as Ray skimmed the stone. It skipped across the surface as if enchanted, gaining rather... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 04-04-08 |
| Words: | 132 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Public |
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| Buried - Wee #31
| | She peeled the potatoes and let the skins fall to the floor and mingle with the remnants of previous... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 04-04-08 |
| Words: | 108 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Public |
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| John The Baptist
| | A radio comedy sketch, written a few years ago - had forgotten all about it. Erm, maybe that was for the best... **** SCENE: EXT. DAY. THE RIVER JORDAN FADE IN TO SFX OF SPLASHING WATER AND MUMBLED... | | Plays | | Genre: | Comedy | | Updated: | 28-03-08 |
| Words: | 1073 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Reader |
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| In the Frame
| | The frame holds a young woman with shining eyes. Alice coughs, brings me back to the present.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 28-02-08 |
| Words: | 78 | | Comments: | 14 | | Status: | Public |
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| Finishing Touch
| | She cat-walked into the room, hitched up her skirt and settled onto the vacant barstool.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 28-02-08 |
| Words: | 71 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Public |
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| Never Knew
| | Turning the page he saw the photograph and his memory hurled him back into her arms.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 20-02-08 |
| Words: | 119 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Short Shorts
| | This is a bunch of mainly dialogue based short shorts (usually 60 words)- an attempt at humour. **** BEGINNING 'I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with 's'.' 'Sand.' 'Yep.' 'I spy, with my... | | Words: | 1071 | | Comments: | 25 | | Status: | Public |
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| Salome
| | SCENE: INT. NIGHT. HEROD'S PALACE. A BIRTHDAY PARTY IS BEING HELD IN HONOUR OF HEROD. HIS WIFE, HERODIAS, IS IN HER BEDROOM, STOMPING UP AND DOWN, CURSING, KICKING THINGS. HER DAUGHTER, SALOME, IS... | | Words: | 949 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Soothsayer
| | This is not a play - it's a comedy sketch for radio, but that option doesn't exist. Just a wee piece of nonsense inspired by the TV series, Rome. ***** ANCIENT ROME. HOME OF A SOOTHSAYER. SOUNDS OF... | | Plays | | Genre: | humour | | Updated: | 13-02-08 |
| Words: | 781 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Twisted - Wee 25
| | “Clark! You were talking.”... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 13-02-08 |
| Words: | 104 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Gathering - Wee 25
| | I take a deep breath then exhale. My life-force becomes visible in the dark of the cold street.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 13-02-08 |
| Words: | 105 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Left Behind
| | An attempt at knitting some Wee Stories together into a longer piece - not sure if it works.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 12-02-08 |
| Words: | 1047 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Colouring In
| | New version of the first story I ever posted on ER - any thoughts appreciated as I'll be subbing it... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-02-08 |
| Words: | 1223 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Angels' Breath - Wee 24
| | Everywhere she looked, she saw silver cobwebs draping the bushes. "Angels’ breath," her mother had... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 29-01-08 |
| Words: | 176 | | Comments: | 18 | | Status: | Public |
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| Mother's Fault - Wee Challenge
| | Madeleine baked mini quiches for her older children’s lunch boxes. She added a small bottle of... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 23-01-08 |
| Words: | 209 | | Comments: | 16 | | Status: | Public |
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| Misinterpretation
| This is quite a rough first draft. I'm unsure of the form and style I've chosen, so feel free to fire away, all guns blazing, harsh as you like. | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 18-01-08 |
| Words: | 1178 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Unfair Advantage
| | I’d rehearsed the audition speech for weeks, so when I saw the ‘Auditions Closed’ sign, I... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 06-01-08 |
| Words: | 64 | | Comments: | 20 | | Status: | Public |
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| Speed Demon - Wee Challenge #22
| | It had cleaned the kitchen, washed the car, fed the kids and got them ready for school, made lunch,... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 06-01-08 |
| Words: | 61 | | Comments: | 18 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Last Present
| | Dear Santa,... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 24-12-07 |
| Words: | 245 | | Comments: | 21 | | Status: | Public |
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| From the Balcony
| I spot the safety of next door’s open windows, so... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 20-12-07 |
| Words: | 102 | | Comments: | 16 | | Status: | Public |
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| Losing Control
| It was a question of power. When they met, she let him think he was in charge. She saw the smirks his friends gave her, the looks they gave... | | Words: | 2062 | | Comments: | 44 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Penny Dropped
| She used to pull at her eyelashes, blowing each thick, black stalk from her fingertips, making... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 02-12-07 |
| Words: | 101 | | Comments: | 19 | | Status: | Public |
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| Natural Instincts
| ***This was reviewed loads before, I deleted it from the site because I was submitting it to a competition - just returning it as it's yet to... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 19-11-07 |
| Words: | 2938 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Fade Out
| A review of an old piece of micro-fiction reminded of this piece (thanks, Rebecca). Just... | | Words: | 94 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Smell of Fear
| | I watch. I wait. I anticipate.... | | Words: | 62 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Public |
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| In the Cellar
| | We don’t go down there anymore. Dad says it’s not safe. We used to love playing in the cellar... | | Words: | 64 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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