Flash Fiction Must Run In The Family… #YoungWriters

I’ve mentioned the Lil Princess a few times with regards to creativity, be it singing, drawing or writing.

This time I have to report that Lil Man is now nearly up there with the published authors of our time!

His school sent some entries to a company here, who encourages and promotes young writers, and Lil Man’s flash fiction piece was one that was chosen! The compilation is called Stranger Sagas…

Here is his piece!

The Magic Pen
It started at my birthday and Grandpa came. I like Grandpa
coming on my birthday, he gives me presents which were his
when he was a boy. This year, Grandpa gave me a pen.
Grandpa handed me the pen.
He said, “Click this pen when you are in great trouble.”
By the way, my name is Billy. I’m twelve years old. Later, I
went to school. I had the pen that Grandpa gave me, just in
case I needed it. I clicked it. Click! Time froze. What do I do?

The Young Writers Association is a company which targets schools and encourages entries into various competitions for children of all ages.

They select ‘winners’ to go into books, and yes, it is a ploy to get proud parent’s to buy the books, but if it gets kids writing, I am all for it!

(Yes I have already ordered one copy – not going mad and ordering one for every member of the family!!!)

What did you think of his flash?


#WritePhoto – Between

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.


“So, like I said hun, I can’t do anything else. He’s just not interested.” Sindy spoke quietly into the phone, sat in a coffee shop.
“Yeah, I tried so hard to come between you too, but he didn’t take the bait once. In fact, he was more interested in talking about you. Yesterday, he spent half an hour scrolling through photos of you on his phone and showing me. There was this photo of you standing in some field, full of yellow flowers. He just stared at it for ages… Babe, he is loved up good and proper. Why do you think he’s going to play away?”
On the other end of the phone, Barbie sighed. “I don’t know Sind. It’s like he was trying too hard all the time, and I thought he was probably hiding something, you know.”
“I think you just need to realise you’ve actually got yourself a good bloke there, and be happy.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I need to make it up to him when he gets back. Listen, thanks for being such a good mate. I know there are a few out there who would have jumped at the chance of breaking us up, but you’ve been amazing. See you back here, yeah?” Barbie rang off.
Sindy put the handset on the table and picked up her cup of coffee. Yeah, Ken was never going to look at her… but she still had a chance with Joey…


#WritePhoto – Sanctuary

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.

Ken sat back, contemplating his surroundings.
They had only been here a couple of days, but what with Joey copping off with whichever female he encountered, he had needed to occupy himself more than usual.
The old stone tomb found in the middle of the woods they had trekked in on the first day had become something of a sanctuary for him. He felt a peace that had been eluding him in recent weeks.
He sat there, scrolling through his photos on his phone, smiling at the images of him and Barbie – pictures filled with contented smiles and positivity.
What had happened to them?
He felt emotion welling up within, and this time, rather than will it away, he allowed tears to moisten his eyes.
“Oh Babe,” he said to the photo on his screen, “you know I love you. Why do you always think I’m interested in others? No one could ever take your place with me, not even that Sindy…”
Sindy stepped back into the shadows after pressing pause on her phone camera.
Did she have enough now, or should she go in for one last try?



#WritePhoto – Shrine

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:


I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.

Ken’s face was plastered across every surface available, like a shrine to him.
Photos of him coming and going from various places, smiling, terse looking, with friends or colleagues, but most often alone.
There were a few of him with Barbie, but not many from the recent weeks.
Sindy sat, looking at them, trying to glean something from the images in front of her.
Nothing to report.
It wasn’t often that she was unsuccessful in these challenges she was set, but Ken was proving to be a tough one.
Could he be… honest?
Unlikely for a man, but if he was… that Barbie was a lucky woman, and she didn’t realise just how lucky she was.
She still had a few days though.
Could Sindy break him?



#WritePhoto – Woodland

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.

“Fancy meeting you here.”
Ken stopped in his tracks. He knew that voice, and it wasn’t from one of the Scottish locals he’d met since getting here.
There was a distinct Essex twang to the voice.
Joey was up ahead, chatting with some girls they’d met on this Woodland Walk they’d signed up to.
Talking to women wasn’t on the top of his list, to be honest, this weekend, so he’d let them carry on, keeping his thoughts for company.
“Penny for them.”
Sindy stepped in line with him, matching his pace.
“Sindy! What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I just fancied a break. And look who I bump into! Where’s Barbie?”
Ken looked down. “It’s just me and Joey. She stayed back home.”
“Hmmm, boy’s holiday then! I get it… While the cat’s away, and all that, is it?” She looked at him conspiratorially.
“Oh, no! Nothing like that. I just needed some space. Some time to myself. Joey just tagged along. Any excuse to get away.”
Sindy threaded her arm through his. “I’m a good listener, you know..”
Ken looked down at her hand resting on his arm, and pulled away.
“Er, thanks, yeah. Oh, I need to catch up with Joey, or else he’s going to disappear with those girls, and he’s got my hotel room key card!”
Without a backwards glance, he sped up, leaving Sindy behind.
She got out her phone, opened a new text message and typed ‘He’s alone, not taken the bait yet…” and pressed send…
To be continued…



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