I re-wrote one of my early pieces because I loved it so much, and I wanted it to more accurately reflect my writing style and current ability. It was also plagued with errors which have
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Flow
This was an 80 word flash-fiction for a writing competition I have entered. Flow. Colours are twisting and pulsing through my hands, my legs swing with salient beauty over my head. My converse trainers squeak
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The incomprehensible myth.
The incomprehensible myth. The lone Spartan warrior rowed, his muscles rippling and contorting at his back, the sheer force he output propelling his tiny boat further and farther toward the shore. Fear gripped every breath
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Miniaturised
Miniaturised. “There is a bottle, out there in the wild sea that has spawned tales and legends for decades. A bottle so significant and so impossible that it entertains the minds of all who hear
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Feathers
Feathers. When white feathers, plucked from their maidens fell, when the ruby liquid of my sisters flooded the ground, when squawks and the innocent man called for our death, I knew my war had been
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The Tiny Traveller
The tiny traveller looked up at the guard with a furrowed expression, which was greeted by an unwelcoming expression. The humourless guard sent a grunt toward the tiny adventurer, threatening to blow his miniscule form
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Transparent
Transparent “We’ll make it big, you’ll see!” A voice echoed in the distance. I shivered under the tiny umbrella I had for shelter, water hiked its way up my shoes, my socks, my tattered tights
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Rustic rain
I wanted to write something about guilt that takes queues from great actions scenes like that in John Wick, but I don’t think it turned out that great… It’sa bit of a gore fest with
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Sparks. Shadows, a world of darkness. There is no light to scare the creatures that hide, to illumination to share the beauty of colour, just darkness, just shadow. A pitch black landscape of silence, a
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Shriek. A blood curling scream drifted through the air as the hunter’s scythe left a harrowing hole in the wraith’s torso. He fixed his hat and flourished his trench coat. His boots were wet
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