London torn. Night and day. Sinners and angels. Debut novel by Mark A. King, available now
160 Words. In the stench of the sweat-factories, she toils; she has always toiled. Here in the land of the free and the brave, she was born into servitude, like those before her. She yearns for the impossible: recognition, justice and freedom. Her unforgiving masters pay her nothing. She will be mercilessly beaten into …
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As I get older, I appreciate that I have a very suppressed mischievous side, which I am starting to release every now and again. After the previous competition entry, I felt the need to enter another story to the awesome Flash! Friday site, which challenged the global writing community to come up with a flash …
I'm getting (slightly) controversial with my title; is this what happens when you get more confident and become ever so slightly less inhibited? Anyway... The wonderful site that is Flash! Friday challenged the global writing community to come up with a flash fiction story. 1000 words or less. Based on childhood mischief (Tom Sawyer was …
Like many of the wonderful crew at the good ship Flash! Friday. I decided to try and submit each week. 150 words based on a picture, word and theme is challenging but normally achievable even on a busy Friday. http://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2014/07/18/flash-friday-vol-2-32/ The picture and theme were challenging for me. The clumsiness element less so. I had this story …
Theme : Friendship. A couple of my very kind writing friends (the lovely Jacki D & Natalie B) pointed me in the direction of a few competitions. The first one I wanted to try was Flash! Fiction. 150 word limit. A new theme and photo every Friday. Incredible writers flashing it up (obviously, not in …
May 2014 : Buried Theme. 2nd attempt was a little easier for word vs theme challenge. It seemed a bit obvious to go with a buried person. I opted for a war criminal trying to bury his past... My past is buried in layers of deceit and denial; brutally pressing my putrid soul. I remember …
I'm not sure what I'm doing here. This really isn't my thing - I really don't talk much about myself, hate the spotlight and I tend to look for exit signs at social events. Actually, maybe that's exactly what drew me here, a chance to share and interact without having to be something I am …
Metropolitan Dreams 