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Thursday, 20 July 2017

Thanks for your help!

Hey!

Just a quick one to say thank you to anyone who voted for me in the recent contest I took part in! Unfortunately I didn't win the public vote, or place on the Judges' shortlist, so rest assured I'll be posting the story to the site in a few months with a horrible new cover image at some point in the near future!  

The winner of the Readers' Choice Award was a story (perhaps provocatively) titled 'It.' Well, I say story, it was actually a 1000 word poem. It's a powerful piece, and well worth a read... but I feel it had a tiny unfair advantage in subverting the contest slightly. Yes, I'm bitter, but when you're reading through hundreds of long form stories, a poem cropping up is obviously going to feel like a breath of fresh air. To be fair to the author they've really taken full advantage of the structure of the poem, creating dark and powerful suspense, and making it look visually appealing. I'm just saying, if I submitted a short story to a poetry contest, I doubt many would feel it acceptable that way around. But - it's a public vote and not bound to the same constraints as the main contest.

The overall winner was a wonderful story called 'Subject 34'. It's clever, current, and the concept is great! The 'subject' himself is also really well portrayed. So for a couple of minutes, definitely worthy of your perusal!

The link to the contest results announcement page is here - http://bit.ly/2vnBvBH

Thanks again for your votes! I'm just glad two entries that at least made the short list came from my group!

Until next time, buh-bye! :)

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Friday, 30 June 2017

Summer Writing Contest - I need your help!

Hello!

I've taken part in a themed 1000-word short story contest. The organisers have introduced a 'Readers' Choice Award' in order to make their entrants engage in a bit of cheeky promotion on their behalf whilst the judges make their official decision.

It's clever if not see-through, in that making it an 'open' vote has essentially turned it more into a popularity contest than anything else. There's no sign up required, you just have to fill in a tiny autocomplete box by typing your (friend's) name. You don't even have to read the story.

I understand that it's 'just a bit of fun', but I'd be much happier if there was perhaps an additional award voted for by the other contestants. Similar to the 'Players' player awards' you find in sport.

A quick look at some of the other stories show some have well over a hundred 'shares' already, so I'm lagging behind by, well, over a hundred shares! In truth it might be too late to make up the ground (there's no formal indication of a closing date) but I'll encourage you to show my story a little love anyway!

In fact, it'd probably mean more to me if you'd have a read and drop me a comment at this stage! If I don't win by judges' vote, rest assured it'll end up on here anyway at some point in the future!

Voting takes seconds though so it'd be cool to have your support! All you have to do is click on the green button and select my story in the tiny form on this website! - http://shortfictionbreak.com/summer-17/

My entry 'Professional Courtesy' is listed about half way down the page, or you can follow the quick link and read it here - http://shortfictionbreak.com/professional-courtesy/

A comment or a share, to show you care, guys! (I'll see myself out.)

Until next time, buh-bye! :)

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Friday, 9 June 2017

A Comic's Story - The Comic Book Artist - Punch Line

Flash Fiction / Micro Fiction
Length - 100 words each

Three pieces written for the competition theme 'A Comic Story'.
* 'The Comic Book Artist' finished 3rd place in the competition!

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A Comic's Story

I wake, my hotel room startling in its simplicity. I panic. Where am I? I check the date - it's the fifteenth. 'Oxford' I think, and breathe easy.

Almost three-hundred miles and seven hours later I croak my opening witticisms, birthing worded wings for thirty minutes in a complex, dazzling display. The social butterfly. Everybody's friend. Kind of funny really. I shed them there, and crawl back to my hotel room alone.

I wake, my hotel room startling in its simplicity. I panic. Where am I? I check the date - it's the sixteenth. 'Newcastle' I think, and breathe easy.
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The Comic Book Artist

'Be ready,' The Hero whispers to his freshly inked nemesis, staring up the nostrils of The Artist. 'We're looking more and more like him with every panel. Our time will come.'

The Artist stares down at the outlined empty face of The Bystander, caught up in the collateral damage of the fight. 'Cameo?' he thinks, 'why not? It's good enough for Stan Lee.'

Image mirrored, the pen fights back. He cannot escape 'The Pull'.

He wipes debris from his eyes. Above him, The Hero and The Villain loom before a battle ruined sky. 'Oh the things you've put us through...'

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Punch Line

'Quick, Mum! Grampy's fallen off the sofa!'
                The poor boy wants to laugh but he's worried, so I bark it out for him. He's shocked, but he joins me and I hang an old arm around his shoulders.
                'Why are we laughing Grampy?'
                'We call it slapstick comedy.'
                'But I'm young. You're old.'
                'The pointy-tailed man downstairs doesn't discriminate. You fall, we laugh, and you grow taller. At my age people forget it's funny. The man whispers his own joke instead and we shrink towards its terrible punch line. Go ahead and laugh, please, I'm not ready to hear it.'

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Sunday, 14 May 2017

Playing the Fool - Troll Country - Not Okay

Flash Fiction / Micro Fiction
Length - 100 words each

Three pieces written for the competition theme 'Fool'.
* 'Not Okay' finished 2nd Place in the competition!

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Playing the Fool

David rolled his eyes as Jon argued, shaking the will above their father's hospital bed. 'An equal share, Dad? He's leaving your company to work for a charity for chrissakes! That fool clearly doesn't understand how money works!'

Their father politely declined revision.

'... unless a listed beneficiary should have fallen on hard times and is unable to command an income. Under such circumstances the entire sum reverts to the aforementioned in order to support-'
                'The entire sum!?' Jon balked.
                David nodded his head. 'A little while working for nothing has given me everything. Not such a fool now, eh?'
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Troll Country

'Through there?' Mandrag said, 'I don't know, Sir. It's marked here on the map as 'Troll Country'.'
                'Don't be a fool.' His master said, snatching the aged parchment. 'Lazy cartography is all. You've heard of 'Here be Dragons?' It's just a local variation.'

Three deformed hulking brutes roared appreciatively as they stripped the cooked flesh from another human leg, the discarded femur taking its place upon an ivory pile some two feet high.
                Sir Geoffrey watched from their hanging metal cage with sunken eyes. 'I bet nobody ever leaves this place.'
                Mandrag quietly tore the map to shreds. 'Someone did.'

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Not Okay

Caught adrift in a supermarket aisle, grief, pure and simple, washed through me like a wave. I hastily concocted cover and dropped some canned food onto my foot.
                'These damned hands!' I said, forcing a smile through freshly salted cheeks. 'Help me pick these up will you?'
                'No.' My son's eyes were smouldering. 'You're not hurt. You're crying. Again. You're not fooling anyone,' he sighed. 'Just admit it.'
                'I'm-'
                Ten years young and freshly motherless, it should be me keeping him afloat. An approaching sea of faces whispered their symphony of sympathy.
                'I'm...'
                Worse. They circled with concern.
                'I'm fine.'

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