With one small bag and no note he became the next of the disappeared. He was seventeen. They searched for him on maps but the maps were empty and sand covered them. They searched for him across websites but found only redacted rhetoric. He was gone. And he was gone before he was gone. TheContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The Disappeared’”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘Here It Comes’
Here it comes: the football back on telly, the root around the wardrobe for a jacket, the predictions for the bank holiday weekend weather, the TV trailers for autumn’s best viewing. It feels like a final sign-off. You will hear no more from us until Christmas. What you haven’t got done won’t get done. AndContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Here It Comes’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Association Games / A-Side’
We played word association games: Levant? Stump. Stump? Sounds. Sounds? Music magazine. Magazine? Cover mount. Cover mount? Flexidisc. Felxidisc? Vinyl. Vinyl? Black. Black? Black. Is this working? Sorry can we go back to Stump? Stump? Stump? Chart Show. Chart Show? Channel 4. Channel 4? TV. TV? Music. Music? Indie. Indie? Sounds. Sounds? Stump. Stump? IceContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Association Games / A-Side’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘This Journey’
This journey, if it is one, in all its shock and awe, seems more a repeated weekly horror than a narrative of years. Statues toppled in cindered market places. The dead forgotten. Repeat. Some things, simply, exist. And others don’t, didn’t. It is decade through a looking glass. A decade of mangled language where liesContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘This Journey’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Out, Damned Spot’
As a reminder, he wrote the words ‘Human Rights’ in red ink on the palm of his hand. They were there when he showed his passport; there when he pressed the flesh; there when he clinked crystal glassware; there when he lifted a knife during dinner; there when he signed the lucrative contracts, there whenContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Out, Damned Spot’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘For George W Bush’
“Long after I am gone, when the desert sands have buried the broken towns, the blistered ancient holy buildings, the decayed bodies of ages, and all is dust once more, and rivers have diluted every drop of our blood and washed it to oblivion, and the memory of this history is a forgotten series ofContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘For George W Bush’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘He Left For Work’
Before he left the house, after kissing his wife goodbye, he turned to the mirror and smiled, stretching his lips wide so that he showed his teeth. He liked to set off for work confident and, seeing for himself that satisfying glint in his eye, felt rather proud. When he was convinced that the worldContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘He Left For Work’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘Round the Table’
The men had gathered round a table so shiny that, had they wanted to see themselves, they would need only to have looked at its polished surface. But they didn’t. Instead they looked at each other warily. One frowned. Another blushed. Another grinned. We are not here to judge, said one: We are here toContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Round the Table’”
MW Bewick 