If you head to the woods you’d spot it immediately, there on the left hand side of the path that brushes past the briars. It’s only tiny, easily missed if you don’t know where to look, but once you see it you never forget.
It’s that time of the week again, it’s time for Friday Fictioneers and the challenge of the 100 word short story. I’d like to thank Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields for hosting the whole shebang again and also Jennifer Pendergast who provided the photograph. The usual rules apply, the photo belongs to Jennifer and it is her copyright….
Okay folks, well it’s time for the fun that is Friday Fictioneers ….! Ta Da! Once again I’d like to say a huge thank you to the amazing Ms Rochelle for organising the event. If anyone is new to the capers, then you really do need to head on over to her place at Addicted…
I thought I’d try something a little different for this particular tale. I decided to see what would happen if I made it into different formats. At the end of this post you can read the tale itself, but I’ve also created a video and slideshare presentation too. It would be great if you’d let…
Tis Friday and once again Ms Rochelle has set us a challenge of coming up with a 100 word story to fit the picture below. The image is courtesy of Rich Voza (nice one Rich), you’ll remember him from his Thursday Throng author interview last month. It’s his copyright so play fair and if you’d…
Once again it is time to enter the melee that is Friday Fictioneers; once again I will be stunned by the variety of offerings my fellow participants share and once again I will be inspired by them, intrigued by them, amused by them and fall in love with them. The usual rules apply. The photograph…
I’ve been absent from Friday Fictioneers since October last year, but I realised I’d missed everyone and all the stories; I also found that I missed exercising my fiction muscles. So here we go. The usual rules apply, the copyright to the photo belongs to Roger Cohen and if you would like to tell me…
Tom pulled the bedroom door gently closed behind him, not wishing to wake anyone at such an early hour. He prided himself on his consideration for others, constantly checking and re checking that he was not causing a problem or offence to anyone who came within his vicinity. He was the type who would dry…
Once upon a time there was a woman called Linda who had lived all her life in the land of t’Internet. She lived in a tiny little cottage at the edge of the biggest town nearest to Lord Google’s castle; sometimes at night she could hear the whirr and click of the great data base…
This week I’ve decided to try to combine two of the things I like to try out in one Friday Fictioneers challenge. I’m attempting to add another story to my Tales of t’Internet series, which is my slightly sideways look at the subject of search engine optimisation through the medium of the fairy tale. I…
