Today I’d like to share a blog exclusive: an older piece of flash fiction by myself that’s never been seen before. It’s written exclusively in dialogue, but I like how it turned out. Feel free to share your own thoughts in the comments section.
—
“I spy with my little eye…”
“Do we have to play this?”
“…something beginning with M.”
“You’re just gonna ignore me, then? What if I play the silence game instead of your stupid–”
“It’s a mouse.”
“What?”
“A mouse.”
“Where? No, don’t just shrug at me! Are you serious? Macie, if there is mouse I’m gonna scream, I swear.”
“Relax.”
“Oh, you relax! Were you making that up?”
“Maybe.”
“I can’t believe you! All your stupid games and pranks. Why did you bring me up here, anyway? I’m cold.”
“Here.”
“No, I don’t want your jacket. Take me home.”
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was just trying to lighten the mood. Take the coat, please.”
“Well, okay. But you have to tell me why we’re here. It looks like it’s going to rain, and we’re miles from anywhere.”
“This is where it started.”
“Here we go. Where what started?”
“Us.”
“Mace–”
“Okay, okay, hear me out.”
“Fine. What is it?”
“This, my darling, is the place I was sitting when I first saw your face.”
“Here?”
“Yip.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“I’d run away. This is always where I came.” Continue reading
Last Friday and Saturday, I was in Dublin for the fifth annual DeptCon: Ireland’s Biggest Young Adult Book Convention.
What I Wrote in September: 7,000 Words Total
For a little while, I hadn’t been doing quite so many
Life is complex and often full of contradictions. I think most people accept this on some intellectual level but, when faced with a single fact or data point, it can be all too easy to jump from it to one conclusion and then the next without stopping to ponder what alternatives might exist as part of a more nuanced story.
Some people are oversensitive about money. Some people will be scandalised that I’m about to break taboo in talking about it.
This post is third in a series. You can find
I usually share some statistics regarding my fan fiction on the 28th of July each year (the anniversary of when I first started writing fanfic). This year, I wasn’t too bothered about it, but I do actually have some news to share in that regard so am deciding to write about it after all. Better late than never!
Sylvia Plath was thirty-years-old when she died. This is a sobering fact I have only just learned, having googled her to directly reference her
I have something a bit different on this blog today for you, folks: an interview with local poet Colin Dardis about his new poetry collection, the Dogs of Humanity. Without any more preamble, let’s get into it!