Prognosis: Dea(r)th

I had my consultation today, with Dr D’Earth. I tried not to take the name as an ill-omen. I sat outside the waiting room, nervously but patiently waiting my turn: twiddling my thumbs. Looking down at my hands thinking ‘how long?’ or was it ‘how much longer?’ He called my name. I steeled myself. I... Continue Reading →

‘Keyword Search’: Flash Fiction/Prose Poetry

It was a day to be borne.Sometimes days are like that:Got to be borne,Born to be got through.Sometimes whole stretches of time are like that:One day, then the next dayThen the next day after thatOn and on'Keep on keepin' on'Because they can’t go on without youIn the sweltering heat whichWouldn’t rainComplaints, always and Nothing was good... Continue Reading →

Guest Post: Nonna Mia by Laura Schmidt

Today I am proud to present you a flash fiction by Laura Schmidt of Voyage of the Mind. On Laura's site you will find plenty to feed your imagination, from poetry to film reviews via novels to current affairs to ancient history. If you haven't already visited, I highly recommend this site to anyone with... Continue Reading →

Guest Post: Ants & Uncles by Kayen Rice

Today's post was first published by Ken 'Kayen' Rice on his website, but he's kindly offered it up for me to share here at Experiments in Fiction. Ken has had many jobs, of which he's 'quit more than most people have read adds for.' He's been divorced twice, engaged three times and arrested once, and... Continue Reading →

Letter from the End of the World

Today, I'm revisiting an old post, in the light of our current situation. With a third of the world's human population on lockdown, we've seen a definite reduction in global carbon emissions. We've also seen the natural world thriving as humans take shelter and reduce their day-to-day polluting activities. I wonder if all of this... Continue Reading →

The Dustbin of my Dreams

After so long waiting, I had finally arrived. I had coveted the dustbin for years: stainless steel; easy-clean; antibacterial. Best of all was the footpedal which meant you would never have to touch it, except to take the bag out. This would be contained within an odour-eliminating, sleekly streamlined plastic capsule. The insanitary sanitised once... Continue Reading →

The Elemental Eve

She is coiled, tense like steel, before it was ever forged in the minds of men. She bites her tail, symbolising eternity. For an eternity she has been here waiting, and is waiting, still. She has been here far longer than mankind, and this alone would be reason enough to blame her. Her skin is... Continue Reading →

The Tide

I. The Walk Here the Solway, in its sweep towards the sunset and the Irish sea, begins to widen. Here the sky is an impermeable grey, the gently rolling slopes of Criffel, on the far side of the bay, etched in high contrast to the cloud. Silloth is a town perpetually looking back, as if... Continue Reading →

Parallel Lines

This is a short fiction about grief and loss that I wrote after losing my sister. The details in the story are fictional, but the depiction of bereavement and my reaction to it are real. I caught the train by seconds that morning. My sister was already on board. I missed the train by seconds... Continue Reading →

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