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100-Word Fiction: ‘Wild’

As the leaves were ripped from the trees one wild weekend, and a paper cup scuttled down the street, and the clouds were driven by, and the concrete towered high, and the feathers of a hat were bowed, and the sound of drums echoed, and the rifles saluted, and the cannons rolled, and the crowdsContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Wild’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Berlin’

I have been to the bridge. It was like many bridges. Cars passed over it, old and new. Pedestrians shivered in the cold and made their slow way too. The city is full of gleaming skyscrapers, swish offices and red brick heritage sites. Tourists with rucksacks smile. But the bridge is an iron ghost. TheContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Berlin’”

100-Word Fiction: Quote Marks

“Let’s talk. Everyone likes to talk. We want to talk. You want to talk. We must talk. It is important to talk. We will not be being responsible if we do not talk.” “But we have made our decision. We talked amongst ourselves. You were not invited to talk, but that is not our fault.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: Quote Marks”

100-Word Fiction: New Term

Outside the school leaves were on the ground, all green and orange and yellow. A group of adults were talking on the corner by the bench that you could jump from. They had deep, grown-up voices and were saying things about stuff – countries in the world and money and things. Oh, the world isContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: New Term”

100-Word Fiction: ‘Old Neily’

Old Neily was sat by the fire in a rocking chair. His wife was gazing out of the small window into the mist. Before there were proper tracks you couldn’t even get a tractor up the hills, Neily said. When the mist came down you were so soon lost. The trick was to follow aContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Old Neily’”

100-Word Fiction: ‘You Have Three Hours’

They said things had got easier but his head was all over the place and the stifling room didn’t help. He couldn’t think. These memories were forcing their way in and distracting him. Somewhere behind where he was sat, his girlfriend would be chewing on her pen. They would be drinking lots in the eveningContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘You Have Three Hours’”