Fictive Dream (Biffy 50 nominated)

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"From its cutting edge, the shards of an onion dribble onto the worktop; sliced like rose petals; like tear drops; like acid rain."

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BULL Magazine

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"This is the first time Jenny has stayed with me since I split with my wife Sandrine, and there is less compliance to Jenny’s behaviour than there was before."

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Frazzled Lit

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"the line was before mewling gasp of baby into world, nettled straightening between oak ash beech hornbeam and concrete grey"

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New Flash Fiction Review (Included in Best Small Fictions 2022)

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"The woodcutter’s son cowers in a corner like a pheasant caught within a net. She was in the woods, he says. Her hair was wild, her fingers clawed around a knife."

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Tiny Molecules

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"A boy sits on the low wall by the primary school watching the road for a yellow Citroën that doesn’t come."

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The Drabble

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"The inner cavern is a spiral galaxy of planets and stars. It pulses like a bullfrog’s throat – alive but dying."

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The Citron Review

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"It’s [sunrise through mist] and I’m sitting with [old woman] in the [kitchen]. My [laptop] is open on the [table] in front of me."

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Splonk (Best of the Net and Pushcart nominated)

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"She was a green thing. Fell for a fisherman with seaweed in his beard. They planted an acorn together."

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Cheap Pop (Wigleaf Top 50)

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"From their childhoods they are running. From mothers that precision-cut boiled-egg soldiers, golden yolks running."

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Gone Lawn

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"In the court, a fraudy wig of gimmered hair sits on the judge’s crown. His mudslide jowl pronounces charges."

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NFFD Flash Flood

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"The day we pass the Horatio law is the happiest day of our lives. We are all Horatio now. I am Horatio. You are Horatio."

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Green Stories (3rd Place)

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"His mum’s red balloon has shrivelled like a sun-dried tomato and is hanging limply by her left ankle."

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Retreat West (Quarterly FF Winner and Pushcart nominated)

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"Ambulance outside Old Lady’s house. Its blue light whirligigs round."

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MoonPark Review (Best Microfiction nominated)

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"It was the first painting we looked at on our visit to the gallery. I said it was kind of beautiful. The tongue had a sensual quality. But Hadley didn’t see it."

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FlashBack Fiction (Included on Biffy 50 2019-2020)

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"It’s dark. Darker than coal. Darker than Ma’s eyes when I came home caked in mud after football."

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Fictive Dream (Included in Best Microfiction 2021)

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"in the chapel, the chaplain’s cassock; her teeth, enamelled gravestones that bite words in half."

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Nerve to Write

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"The waves here are silent. They are green. They are billowing fields that silently weep."

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Centaur

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"he is a king, he has a palace, he has a pet pangolin, he has a pastry chef, he has his own physician"

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Flash Fiction Magazine (Wigleaf Top 50 longlist)

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"Monday morning. A trickle of milk across the kitchen’s terracotta tiles. Hardly anything. Certainly nothing worth crying over."

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Milk Candy Review

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"The day the sun forgets to rise, Mr White sits down for breakfast at precisely twelve minutes past seven."

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Fractured Lit

Previously published in November 2020 by Reflex Fiction (Long List and Best Small Fictions Nominated)

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"Four murderers, one of them with horn-rimmed glasses. "

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Oxford Flash Fiction (2nd Place)

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"He was inside a game of Tetris and he was broken into shapes. His left leg was an orange L. His stomach was a yellow square."

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Bending Genres

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"My second first steps are like a walrus in stilettos. Quick, slow, quick, quick, slow. Jelly legs buckling at the knees."

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Trampset

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"at dinner, Mother moans because we are an uneven number / catering for nine is apparently much more challenging than catering for eight or ten"

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Scrawl Place

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"Look at the girl by her side in a dress that is whiter than any vestment you have ever seen. These people are peacocks in full feather. Lifeless yet full of life."

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Craft Literary

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"In five years, on Space Mountain, we’ll blast asteroids to clear a path through the Milky Way."

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Emerge Literary Journal (Best of the Net and Pushcart nominated)

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"Trevor arrived on a Wednesday. He sidled in while I was sleeping and next morning he was there, squatting inside me."

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Bulb Culture Collective

Previously published in June 2021 by Reflex Fiction (2nd Place)

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"The notes sound in his head. Five of them. The first ones he played as a boy."

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Ghost Parachute (Best of the Net nominated)

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"His food was yellow food. It was oven chips and turkey twizzlers and singular sweetcorn kernels."

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