Category: Words

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These Black Lips

I open up. I desire. I expire. This is what I do. This is what I have always done. ‘“I love you,” you said, and I felt it in my spine. It curled. “Do you love me too?” you said, but I didn’t answer. I gave you my eyes, my...

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Jan’s slippers

Friday Flash Fiction: The slippers had been bought in Japan by a travelling aunt who had been everywhere, it seemed, except for Jan’s living room.

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The ignorosphere

Friday Flash Fiction – new flash posted every Friday unless I’m too drunk to remember Just because you didn’t know we were here, doesn’t mean we didn’t exist. It was easy for you to explore the air above your earth, the air where you lived and climbed and flew. That...

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Guido orders a meal

Guido had eaten camel in Uzbekistan, scorpions in Mexico, bear in Russia. He’d even once eaten live baby eels right out of a boa’s belly. But this was his scariest meal yet.

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Rekindling Friday Flash Fiction

A couple of years ago, I attempted to write a flash fiction story and publish it each Friday. And yep, I’m trying again. Friday Flash Fiction kicks off on 6 March 2020. Keep your eyeballs peeled.

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Nanowrimo daily writing bot

I’m super excited to launch my daily writing bot again this year, just in time for Nanowrimo 2018. And this time, he has his own page – The Daily Writing Bot. Naw! Isn’t he cute! What’s The Daily Writing Bot? A bot is simply an automated message that gets sent...

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Being a Trollope

I spent last weekend doing the most lividlili thing possible – I went on a tour of Prague with the Trollope Society. Yes, I caught a bus across three countries to hang out with other nerds, looking at sites from a relatively obscure Anthony Trollope novel. Of all the nerdy...

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How to read a lit mag

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. I even thought about pitching it around to various places, but in the end I think my blog is the best place for it. Yes, how to read a lit mag. It should be simple. And it is! But I...

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The end of summer

I said goodbye to the last of my summer guests this weekend – bye Ma and Al! The week before it had been some friends, and the week before some other friends. They come and go in waves – you wave hello, you wave goodbye. Hence my absence the past...