Y is for...Yesterday

Today's blog post is brought to you by the letter 'Y'! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!! Can you believe it?!

I was a little stuck about what to write for my 'Y' topic - I could talk about Young Adult books, perceptions/tropes in YA literature...but I wasn't really feeling it. So today I'm going to try my hand at something new, just for fun.

This is a completely off-the-cuff flash fiction story - I hope you like it, but I did try to write this under a time limit, just to see what would happen:


Yesterday I sat in the sunshine with your fingers in my hair; your lips on my lips; your body close to mine. We sat in that summer sun, dizzy and exhilarated with all that life had to offer, with all the foolishness that only young love can bring. We sat in that glorious weather and we felt untouchable.

Today all I have is a memory. The ghost of your lips caressing my cheek; the imprint of your hand upon my arm, the fading of your smile. Today the wind blows and the rain thunders, and yet, even that cannot drown out the howling in my soul.

Today we learnt that no one, not even fools in love, are untouchable.



Happy Wednesday everyone!

So, you wanna know what I've been up to lately...?

You know you probably need a break from, well, everything, when you enter the below story into a Flash Fiction competition. The rules were simple: it had to been 100 words or less, and it had to be vaguely 'seasonal' in some way.

So read on! I hope you enjoy my entry ;)...

"The table was set for the feast.

Polished silver cutlery and gleaming plates stood out against the white linen. Steaming dishes full of buttery vegetables, cranberry sauce and rich, thick gravy lay, just waiting to be devoured.

He sat back as his ever-dutiful wife entered, bearing a large platter in her arms. His mouth began to water. She placed the tray carefully in front of him, where he could admire that pink, tender flesh all the more. He had chosen this year's meat well.

He picked up the razor-sharp knife and, slowly, began to carve up that beautiful human head."

Don't ask me where the idea came from - I literally read the email, wondered how I could put a bit of twist in a story of 100 words, and this idea popped up basically fully formed in my head. 

I sincerely hope they can see that I've put a spin on the idea of the traditional Christmas feast, and I'm not just a complete psychopath!

If you don't hear from me in a while though, you know why ;).

Happy 1st December everyone!