Grey-blue
Eight forty-six. The sky had turned a murky blue and its edges glowed pink-gold with the setting sun. Like paper on a flame, the horizon pulsed as embers do and spat diamonds and ash up into the summer night. Tonight was perfect. The twilight air ran warm-cold in shivers above me before settling upon my...
Edinburgh Festival Fringe Review – Lucy Aryton: Lullabies To Make Your Children Cry
Lucy Ayrton is a poet, singer and storyteller who is totally in love with the theme of her show. Lucy cares about storytelling, fantasies and fairy tales. She cares so much that she informs the audience that Walt Disney is one of the biggest influences in her life and the words of ‘Trust in Me’...
Road Walker: A Story
The windows on the bus were misted and foggy. Small gemmed droplets of rain-water had collected on the outside and were very slowly dripping down to the seal. But when the bus was still, humming and gently rocking at traffic lights, the drops shone with the weak Autumn morning sun. The clouded view from inside...
New ebook of urban short stories: Urban Shorts – free today
Urban shorts ebook published today! The Flaneur’s first ebook of short stories, Urban Shorts is published today on Amazon. It is a collection of nine stories set in and around the city, from the following nine contemporary authors. What you do by Adrian Paul Getting to Amsterdam by Mary Fletcher Pretty city by Richard Goldstein Are you good...
Salty William: A Story
Out of the window on the left side he saw dusty and thick hills. Blue-green with mist and salty-smelling, they grew from the sea and slept down in to the land. On the window from the right side he could see a dip with the cliffs of houses jutted up from brown soil and at...
The Persimmon: An Introduction and Call for Artists
Against the dim of the waning sun stands tall the shadow of the Yggdrasil. The Tree of Life dressed in dusk becomes the Tree of Death, a towering totem to the lives lived and spent- and lost- in the dark and in the night. The dark roots of the tree drill downward through the ground...
Neighbours
Within a certain house, There is a basement; this dark hell breathes of blood. A dried paste covers walls and the floors, Made for paintings, decorates doors. Dying fetuses that lie upon the ferruled children, Rusty metal fragments drilled to the top of heads, Sticky liquid consumptions of stomach juices,...
Urban short story call by The Flaneur
Yes the rumours are true! The Flaneur is heading into the exciting realm of ebook publishing. We are looking for short stories under the theme Urban Shorts. This can be interpreted in any way that you wish. The deadline is the end of May. We are looking for stories of all lengths up to around 6000...
An Assignment & Monsoon Rain
How can I, who have seen so many summers, sunsets and sunrises, laughter and tears pick one memory from my kaleidoscopic life to write about? I pick one and the kaleidoscope turns bringing together different shards of glass, creating a new memory altogether, not the one I first sat down to write about. But I...
