A little bit of frivolity. I've started writing 'drabbles',which are hundred word stories.
I write them in my head while out jogging, and type them up after I'm showered and spruced up.
What I like most about drabbles is that a later date you can write them up to a different wordage, from a few hundred, to a few thousand!
Sign of the Times
James shrugged. “Perambulate the prom with pleasure,” he read from a sign.
“It’s a gimmick,” I said. “Yargate’s a Victorian seaside resort. It means ‘enjoy your seafront walk’.”
“There’s another sign, Mum!”
Its message, with several undulating, wing-like flourishes above it, read: ‘Don’t get gulled!’
“‘Gulled’ means ‘conned’ or ‘cheated’,” I explained, checking the promenade for dubious-looking characters. “Now let’s get some lunch.”
As we left the chip shop, dozens of sea birds descended, knocking our bags of chips from our hands, then gobbling down our food.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked James.
“Because we just got gulled, Mum!”
Below are links to my short-listed story for the National newspaper and for a couple of stories that appeared on the Every Day Fiction site - where you can leave a comment and a rating if you so desire. WARNING - Exodus Mortis is a bit disturbing:
http://www.thenational.ae/arts-culture/short-story-a-day-for-decisiveness
https://everydayfiction.com/oh-christmas-tree-by-paul-a-freeman/
https://everydayfiction.com/exodus-mortis-by-paul-a-freeman/
Happy writing!
I write them in my head while out jogging, and type them up after I'm showered and spruced up.
What I like most about drabbles is that a later date you can write them up to a different wordage, from a few hundred, to a few thousand!
Sign of the Times
James shrugged. “Perambulate the prom with pleasure,” he read from a sign.
“It’s a gimmick,” I said. “Yargate’s a Victorian seaside resort. It means ‘enjoy your seafront walk’.”
“There’s another sign, Mum!”
Its message, with several undulating, wing-like flourishes above it, read: ‘Don’t get gulled!’
“‘Gulled’ means ‘conned’ or ‘cheated’,” I explained, checking the promenade for dubious-looking characters. “Now let’s get some lunch.”
As we left the chip shop, dozens of sea birds descended, knocking our bags of chips from our hands, then gobbling down our food.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked James.
“Because we just got gulled, Mum!”
Below are links to my short-listed story for the National newspaper and for a couple of stories that appeared on the Every Day Fiction site - where you can leave a comment and a rating if you so desire. WARNING - Exodus Mortis is a bit disturbing:
http://www.thenational.ae/arts-culture/short-story-a-day-for-decisiveness
https://everydayfiction.com/oh-christmas-tree-by-paul-a-freeman/
https://everydayfiction.com/exodus-mortis-by-paul-a-freeman/
Happy writing!
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