I only open my curtains when the sun’s gone down. It’s so I don’t have to see the people in the garden. They freak me out with their wide, dead-eyed stares. Continue reading “My Evening Routine | Microfiction”
My Evening Routine | Microfiction
Tag: vss365
Scared of Writing (And VSS365 Anthology) | Blog
Try as I might, I just haven’t been able to get my shit together.
I haven’t posted anything here in weeks, nor have I posted any fiction or non-fiction on Twitter, Instagram or Medium. Writing — or even just the thought of writing — makes me anxious or depressed or angry. Continue reading “Scared of Writing (And VSS365 Anthology) | Blog”
SPLAT. | Microfiction
This week’s silly social stories.
“Orphans, #waifs, strays, urchins, guttersnipes. I’ll take ‘em all! Feed ‘em, water ‘em, put ‘em to work!”
“Will you take this one?”
“Tatty hair, belligerent frown. Looks like a Ragamuffin.”
The cat hissed.
“I don’t take Ragamuffins. Sinister breed. Manx ‘n Moggies only.”#vss365— Ellie Scott (@itsemscott) May 6, 2019
A Selection of Tiny Tales | Microfiction
I’m up to my neck in editing right now (why did I ever think it would be a good idea to enrol on a novel-editing course at the same time as editing a collection of short stories which I plan to self-publish next month? WHY?!), which explains why I’ve been so utterly awful at replying to lovely comments and keeping up with everyone’s latest posts. Sorry about that. Hopefully I’ll have a little more time to catch up next week.
I’m also struggling to find time to pen all the stories I planned to write this week, both to post here and over on Medium. But I have been writing super short stories on Twitter on Instagram, so in the interests of shamefully plugging my social media pages, I thought I’d share a few of my recent favourites. I hope they might bring someone somewhere some mild entertainment at the very least. Continue reading “A Selection of Tiny Tales | Microfiction”
Off to Sea | Microfiction
The undulating swell of the sea had always put her mind at ease whenever she looked out across the coast. She’d think how peaceful it must be to be rocked by the waves and carried by the tides. How indulgent it must be to stretch out her arms and allow the water to take her wherever it wished. Continue reading “Off to Sea | Microfiction”