“Y2K_B” – FINISH THAT THOUGHT #2-7

Two vials lay before me, the fate of Ireland in my hands.I guess it started in 1982, with that bloody awful Prince track, 1999.By Millennium Eve it was the theme tune. A party a thousand years in the making. Apocalypse – you’re having a laugh. Get the booze in! Have a few days off. Race …

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“The Ambulance Chaser” – Flash Frenzy Round 31 | The Angry Hourglass

“The Ambulance Chaser” by Mark A. King @Making_Fiction 358 Words The streets of London are paved in gold…or discarded kebab remnants, crushed super-strength cider cans and rat shit. My London is both of these things. This other London is something else. I walk along the Embankment. There are no cars. Bicycles rule this city. They …

Week Nine Winner: The Harbour of London by Mark A. King | Luminous Creatures Press

I'll get right to it...I won my first competition! It was based on the photo prompt, above - which I really struggled with I'm deliriously happy. I know it will seem a bit pathetic to some, but it means so much to me. I only started writing again with the aim of being able to dedicate …

“The Viaduct” – Summer of Super Short Stories Week Eight | Luminous Creatures Press

“The Viaduct” @Making_Fiction 500 words The viaduct terrified me. Sure, the hostile natives scared me too. Their potbelly bodies, their raggedy clothes and their strange beliefs were uncouth, but they could not touch us outside their boundaries. Even in their lands, their primitive weapons were no match for our superior technology and intellect. My hands …

‘Acceptance’ (Honourable Mention) and ‘Celestial Rumba’ – Flash! Friday–Vol 2 – 36 | Flash! Friday

The prompt (thunderstorm) and photo (the caves of Queen Tamar) were so good this week that I did two entries (I planned to enter other competitions for the first time this week, so wanted to cut back - thanks Flash! Friday 🙂 ) First one below... “Acceptance” @Making_Fiction 159 Words The caves contain secrets and …

Plastic – Flash! Friday–Vol 2 – 35 | Flash! Friday (Special Mention)

“Plastic”  158 Words Waiting…watching…praying. Always praying. A few feet and a cosmos of emotion separate Maggie and Jim. The plastic box sits between them. Its power is all consuming; it is fear, contained. Extreme senses fill this cathedral of apprehension. Arid heat. Clinical smells. Harsh fluorescent lights; broken only by UV lamps and crayon-coloured wires. …