Comments on: Witches Sail in Eggshells Flash Fiction Competition

By: Debbi Voisey

Debbi Voisey — Mon, 12 Aug 2019 09:20:29 +0000

In reply to Ashling Dennehy. Thank you Ashling x

By: Judy Darley

Judy Darley — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 21:27:49 +0000

She’s stalked past his begging bowl through summer into autumn’s bite.
Today his words catch her ear: “May your teacups be stormy.”
At the café, she hears gulls and the creak of sails.
A tiny storm rages against the circumference of the bone china rim.
Seasickness threatens to capsize her.

By: Emma

Emma — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 21:20:33 +0000

Their silver corpses reflected sunlight. Washed ashore, they had probably flopped about for minutes before lack of oxygen ended their lives. I made a makeshift raft, lined the fish upon it, and watched it sail away – imagining they were at the start of their journey, rather than at the end.

By: John Ogunlade

John Ogunlade — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 21:20:19 +0000

In the bar, Pat nods to the music of “High Hopes”, running his fingers on Janes’ strands of hair. She is oblivious of his endeavors, instead, she peers on a man in a black hood. His hands- a colossus of injury marks. “Who is he?” Flickering orange eyes gazed her.

By: Gareth Durasow

Gareth Durasow — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 21:05:53 +0000

You’ve been watching their bird box.
Birds go inside – none leave.
You fetch the ladders.
The neighbours watch you listen to a bird box that isn’t yours to listen to.
A head emerges – you almost have a heart attack.
You count its beaks, and now there’s no almost about it.

By: Amanda Pearson

Amanda Pearson — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 11:02:48 +0000

We set sail down the Ganges, into the flotsam and jetsam of human waste, solid, fetid and rank. On the ghats, women laundered, their saris ballooning around their thighs while men washed in rapture and reverence. The river was a raft for humanity. A human soup, steeped in time’s brutality.

By: Katie Piper

Katie Piper — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 10:41:46 +0000

In reply to Anne Wilson. The most exciting thing I’ve ever read about Coventry and Milton Keynes!! Love it, so funny.

By: Katie Piper

Katie Piper — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 10:36:34 +0000

In reply to Cat Lane. Love ‘catching loose feathers for keepsakes.’ Stunning.

By: Katie Piper

Katie Piper — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 10:35:35 +0000

In reply to Cat Lane. Thank you Cat!

By: Tish Talks

Tish Talks — Sun, 11 Aug 2019 05:38:22 +0000

Freedom beckons but her mind is caged, shackled by guilt, pain flows through her veins. Mornings don’t matter as days roll on. Nothing will be the same again. She wants to go back to where it all began, reborn from the ash of sorrow.