flash fiction, Genre - Romance, writing

Flash Fiction – Hear You Me

You pause, for a second. The second bar of that song. You recognise it. You feel it. It was that song you used to listen to when you were 14. The song that you would lament to, to dream to, to wish to. You would wish for a place in life. A better place. And… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Hear You Me

100 Words, flash fiction, Genre - Angst, Genre - Free Writing, Genre - General, Rating - PG, Teacup & 100 Words

100 Words – Violin

[100 Words - a short story based on one word in 100 words or less]   Becca played until her fingers ached from playing. Until the strings on her bow were shredded. She sat, breathing hard. She couldn’t hear anything, just the swirling feelings and emotion inside of her threatening to burst free. Her cheeks… Continue reading 100 Words – Violin

flash fiction, Genre - General, Genre - Romance, Rating - PG, Teacup & 100 Words, Teacup stories

Teacup Story – Music

Geoff played to forget, to remember, to feel (Genre - General, Rating - PG) Geoff played the music not for practice, but to just let himself go. It was not something that non-musicians would understand. Whilst you had to learn the technical skill, whilst you had to practice again and again, whilst you could perform… Continue reading Teacup Story – Music

100 Words, Genre - Angst, Genre - General, Genre - Introspective, Rating - PG

100 Words – Volume

[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.] Loudness deafness even the most difficult of emotions. You drown it. You hold it down underneath the waves of noise and you hold it whilst it struggles for air. Whilst it fights to be heard. You turn the… Continue reading 100 Words – Volume

Genre - General, Rating - PG, Teacup stories, writing

Teacup Story – Dance

Dance - Pippa's favourite thing to do on a Friday night was to dance. (Genre - General, Rating - PG) Pippa’s favourite activity to do on a Friday night was to turn up some music and just dance. She didn’t have a large flat. To call it a flat was being generous, it was one… Continue reading Teacup Story – Dance