by Neil | Feb 22, 2008 | Fiction, Free Online Fiction, Friday Flash Fiction, Science Fiction and Fantasy, Short Stories, The Woodsman
Somewhat predictably it’s been impossible this week to set aside time to write any Flash Fiction however I did, by chance, notice that the opening sequence of The Woodsman was exactly 1000 words long [due to a last minute edit it is now shorter]. Clearly it was...by Neil | Feb 15, 2008 | Fiction, Free Online Fiction, Friday Flash Fiction, Science Fiction, Science Fiction and Fantasy, Short Stories
Ok. Another experiment this week. I’m not sure it works but I thought I’d give a hyperlink story a go. Urm, let me know what you think: Tinman By Neil Beynon May 30th 2020 Tinman Day: Never forget Posted by Dr Yoshi Takado Well, it’s that time of the...by Neil | Feb 15, 2008 | Free Online Fiction, Friday Flash Fiction, Writing
Please do check out my fellow Friday Flash Fictioneers, they’re doing some really cool stuff: Greg O’Bryne Shaun C. Green Gareth D. Jones Martin McGrath Dan Pawley Justin Pickard Gareth Lyn Powell (Originator) Paul Raven My entry will be up...by Neil | Feb 8, 2008 | Fiction, Free Online Fiction, Friday Flash Fiction, Science Fiction and Fantasy, Short Stories
After The Rain By Neil Beynon The girl pulls her raincoat tight round her as she walks up the path through the slate grey hills to the lake. It’s raining faintly; dirt flecked, wind blown vapour that creeps insidiously up her sleeves and down her collar. It plasters...by Neil | Feb 1, 2008 | Fiction, Free Online Fiction, Friday Flash Fiction, Science Fiction, Science Fiction and Fantasy, Short Stories
This flash fiction piece is now only available through my collection After The Rain. You’ll find it in the introduction that is really an afterword. Happy reading.by Neil | Jan 25, 2008 | Fiction, Free Online Fiction, Friday Flash Fiction, Horror, Science Fiction and Fantasy, Short Stories
Silver By Neil Beynon The room was dark. Thick acrid smoke clung to Caerwen’s nose and mouth; she coughed as she stepped over a sleeping body. Rhys, if she wasn’t mistaken. Lurking beneath the smoke was the sticky sweet smell of spilt mead. “You’re Da is over there,”...