Flash Fiction
A Leap Backward
Short Story – 3,650 Words An afternoon walk through the park on the outskirts of the city was Emmy’s daily mindfulness exercise. This parkland was not the usual provincial, town-planned green space. There were no manicured lawns and borders of…
Flash Fiction Writing: Two Forks. March #2
Another fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for March. This piece is a brief story about new friendships, shyness, and cake. Two Forks She’s here again, drinking coffee with her friends. She gives me a smile, and I nod with…
Flash Fiction Writing: Borscht. March #1
A fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for March. This piece is a brief story about war, cold, hunger, renewed friendships, and soup. Borchst Cruel weather. Despite modern material ingenuity, once cold seeps in, harder to recede. Months of stand-off,…
Flash Fiction Writing: Shocking Find. February
Another fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for February. This piece is a brief story about a murderer, burying a body, and electric shock. Shocking Find The mains’ exact position was unknown, but laws dictate electric cables require encasing and…
Tarquinius W. Peterson’s Fantastical Guide to the World of Art: The Scream by Edvard Munch
Welcome to Tarquinius W. Peterson’s Fantastical Guide to the World of Art. This week we are uncovering … The Scream by Edvard Munch, 1893 Everyone knows this artwork, but that’s not surprising, as several, several copies exist today. By copies,…
Tarquinius W. Peterson’s Fantastical Guide to the World of Art
Tarquinius W. Peterson, the renowned creative commentator and art historian, is a university educated and well-read critic of art and accruer of arty pictures and sculptured objets. T.W.P. 2018 Awarded a government maintenance grant, I studied at the Berkshire College…
This Word
Another sip of freshly-pressed coffee, as feet pace around the kitchen and into the study. There’s a chill underfoot when emigrating from warm under-floor ceramic heat to room temperature carpet. A fragrant woollen floor covering scented from a rolling, scratching,…
Just Another Conversation
The weather Gods are frantic with their hailstorm task. The bouncy-ball-sized ice smash downwards through the flashing clouds. It’s a surprise they don’t crash into each other. I guess that’s why they are the Gods. D.Q. Parker-Braithwaite Jr is deep…
The Crystal Method
It’s raining; it always rains on pickup day. Especially on this estate, and especially onto these blocks of flats. No wonder they are all coloured grey, any colour has long washed away. It’s as if God himself is pissing…
Case Closed
The tube train jolted as it rattled around a bend, business men and women who stood, swayed like seaweed on a coral reef. The platform appeared out of the dark and the speeding transport slowed. Newspapers ruffled, folded under arms,…