Author Archives: MW Bewick

Pocket Money – 100-word fiction

The hangover was killing. He couldn’t imagine it would ever be over. He needed to join a gym, eat more healthily and never get too drunk again. These were the consequences: his actions, his fault. What he needed now though was a packet of crisps and a can of coke. The checkout girl was yawningContinue reading “Pocket Money – 100-word fiction”

100-word fiction: ‘The Branches Weren’t Quite Bare’

The street lights had just come on and the breeze had turned cool but he didn’t know what time it was. He looked up. Some of the trees along the road had leaves while some were bare. It was March, April or May. Pete was at the bar getting a round in; probably a stoutContinue reading “100-word fiction: ‘The Branches Weren’t Quite Bare’”

‘Less Than Human’: 100-word fiction

The host of the radio show said: The author has tried to invent a language to describe the underclass – people experiencing social alienation. He has used a hollow and degraded form of our language – a vernacular of degradation that offends our middle-class sensibilities. It degrades his subject, describing people as less than human.Continue reading “‘Less Than Human’: 100-word fiction”