Thanks to @JDP_Magazine for publishing off-the-wall writing, including my Montanan catflap burglar story. Issue 126 fresh out the toaster oven!
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In the great cross-pond “Mom vs Mum” debate, I find myself being phonetically swayed toward mum lately, but it’ll be a hot day on Pluto before I call my mother that
A pile of chestnuts is a great way to entertain a restless cat without leaving the writing desk. And once you’ve thrown them all, you’re forced to get up and collect them, which is great exercise and also entertains the cat. #Nanowrimo2023
📚💥Peregrine Quinn and the Cosmic Realm is now HALF PRICE at @WHSmith 🤯! That is SO MANY REALMS for £6.49! And in shiny shiny HB too!💥📚
✨(Plus all pre-orders are very very VERY helpful!) Thank you book friends! ✨
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Fyi using the word “shitwagon” ten times in a flash story doesn’t necessarily disqualify you from making the Oxford flash fiction contest long list…but it might keep you off the short list
Teenage hooligans threw something wet and slimy at the windows of my workplace. We suspected eggs, but no. Upon close inspection, we saw it was the contents of a tin of baked beans. The most British act of vandalism I’ve witnessed thus far
Just read a creepy accurate synopsis of my life goals in a short story: “…move into an apartment, get 2 kittens, work from home, write books, cook global cuisines…”
(“To Buffalo Eastward” by Gabriel Bump)
Post-dissertation brain is a bowlful of cold, sludgy oatmeal. I feel like I’ve been experimented on by aliens and then beamed back down to earth in a bathrobe, unsure if I’ve been changed completely or not at all.