Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Se7en

Before you get excited that I’m becoming a sociopathic serial killer like the guy in the film Se7en, I want you to know that this is, in fact, nothing to do with that. It is, however, a seven deadly sins blog challenge procured by a #UKWriter by the name of Lady Antimony. This is also a flash fiction challenge, which means lots more lovely flash fiction for you.

The challenge begins in just over a week for a week. That’s right. I’ll be posting a piece of flash up here every day for a week.

Every day one piece of flash fiction will go up. It will be 100 words in length and each post will cover one of the seven deadly sins. And what date will it start on?

Monday, June 27, 2011

One Hundred And Eighty!

Or 1,006 to be precise. That (at the moment of typing) is the number of blog views that I have had this month. It’s not a lot compared to some far more prolific blogs, but considering my relatively unknown status I take it as quite a pleasing result. It seems that my blog views per month are increasing on a regular basis. I’m only hoping that this trend continues quite cheerfully.

After all, everybody likes to be liked, don’t they?

I have to admit that I do get quite interested in stats and SEO (search engine optimisation) stuff. It still annoys me that when you search my name, Google tries to correct it to ‘Rebecca Claire Smith’ instead of ‘Rebecca Clare Smith’.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 49

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Putrid Fume
A continuation of Merchandise.

Pain blistered through his skull. Cold, aching pain.

Frosty sunlight skimmed the toes of his trainers. Morning sky was barely distinguishable between the crowded leaves above him. The dense foliage had obviously saved him from capture as he’d lain unconscious after his fall, but that wasn’t all good. It meant that she was on her own with them.

Blinking, he stumbled to his feet, limbs stiff and uncomfortable. She would need his help to escape; psychics weren’t as well equipped as others to deal with these situations. The last psychic he’d tried to help…

Things hadn’t gone well…

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Bex Aaron’s Blog Tour Bonanza!

In a fantastic interruption to my usual posting schedule, we’re going American today with a guest post from the brilliant mystery author Bex Aaron.

This is just one of the many stops on her week long blog tour to promote her new ebook in the Independence Day series. The first book in the series is already online to download hereand it’s for free!

Bex Aaron - Mysterious mystery writer.

From the above picture, it’s almost hard to believe that Bex would have the murderous instinct to write such scintillating murder mysteries…

Tangled Webs is only the second book in her enthralling series. It received its release yesterday on Smashwords and Amazon ready for you to download and enjoy. But don’t just take my word for it, the wonderful lady has allowed us to take an exciting sneak peek with an excerpt right here!

And so, I shall hand over to the author herself who can show you exactly why you should snap up a copy!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Kreativ Blogger Award

It’s been just under two weeks since I gained my first blog award and this is my second! For this particular award, I have the lovely Ren Thompson to thank from her blog at Ren’s Corner.

Those of you who don’t already read Ren’s writing should go on over and have a snuffle through her stuff.

There are, as always, a few duties associated with this lovely blog award that I must attend to. If you’ve seen these blog awards before then you may already know what the duties are. If you haven’t then here are the rules:

1. Pass the award along to ten other bloggers and notify them

2. Share ten random facts about yourself.

So without further ado…

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 48

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Merchandise

Fuzzy eyes adjusted to the light. Sound bled in like water through raw sewage. Her head bumped against the glass, grey lines blurring by as the car grumbled at the fast moving bitumen.

Stale cigarette leaked out of the side door’s upholstery, stuffing her nostrils and twisting her stomach with a cold sickness. She closed her eyes again. Memories clamoured together in an attempt to reorder themselves. Muffled senses grasped at the hint of soil in the air and held on.

There’d been a boy and a man with no face. And a woman.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Hovering & Soaring

I haven’t done much writing this week as far as my WIP (tentatively titled Preying On Time) goes. This is not due to writers’ block as much as that may appear to be the case.

I can write if I really want to, but this week has been one of those periods where instead of soaring through the sky, painting my ideas on clouds and rejoicing in a downpour of creativity, I have been hovering aimlessly with no real enthusiasm for anything in particular. Occasionally I get these patches of restlessness. They don’t shift until they want to shift, but they usually don’t last too long.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 47

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Dabria’s Story

They ignored me after it happened. They’d never ignored me before.

It changes people. My mum watches the television now. She’d never watched it before. She used to tell me to turn it off. But now she watches. It makes them blind to those around them. She couldn’t see the mess my sister was making behind the sofa.

When she did see, she would somehow forget to be angry. She would tidy things away without a word, locked in heavy muted thoughts.

I wished I could help.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Trials & Tribulations

Last week I posted a piece of flash fiction early and disrupted my usual posting schedule. You may have wondered why that is. Well, I’m going to explain.

It was half term holidays, which (as a lollipop lady) I get off because there are no children to cross over the road to school. Lovely R and I had made plans to go and see a friend’s band, Lipstick Sunbeam, on the Thursday night so I’d expected to be pretty out of action on the Friday and definitely not awake/in the mood to post any flash fiction.

Thus, I posted it early and hoped you would all enjoy it as much as usual.

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 46

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Digging Up The Past

It didn’t matter to me. They all looked the same, anyhow. I guess it must matter to the families, but I don’t concern myself with that. It’s not in my remit.

But I couldn’t keep my eyes off the girl.

I leaned on my spade, feeling the head slide into the turf. She looked different to the rest of the congregation and at first I couldn’t place why. She was dressed in black with a small veil over her face.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award

I was going to use this here post to explain why I put up A Grave Gift on Wednesday instead of Friday as usual, but it turns out that I’ve received my first ever blog award from @JWHankins over at SCRIBEREGLYPH.

My thanks to him and my suggestions to readers of this blog to go on over there and have a nosey at some of his stuff.

In the interest of not forgetting about the duties of receiving this award, I’ve chosen to regale you with my tales of briefly changing flash fiction posting days for some other time and instead to plough ahead with the tasks of award recipients. But first, these are the award rules:

1. Thank and link to the person who nominated you.

2. Share seven random facts about yourself.

3. Pass the award along to 15 deserving blog buddies.

4. Contact those buddies to congratulate them.

So without further ado…

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 45

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A Grave Gift

I stood by the sucking pit that gaped through the grass and wondered how it was that they didn’t see it. My heart hammered in my throat, but leaning back only made the pressure of my mother’s hand dig in against my shoulder.

She said the monsters were only in my imagination.

The stink of death and damp peat reached my nostrils. I would have closed my eyes, but if you do, when you open them again, those things creep closer to grab you. If you jump or scream everybody thinks you’re some kind of freak. And I didn’t need any help in that department.