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Day 12: #Fire

[INT. CAVE – NIGHT]
'Uggi? Ucka chucka, boww woww?'
'Uhnnnn, Ugga ... noggin akey...'
'Hmmph.'
'Ugga flinty rubba dubba...?'
'Uhhhhhhhh. Ug.'
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[STRIKES FLINT IN FRUSTRATION]
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'Oooo... uhhh... uck? UGGGGI! UGGGGGGI!!!'
'Ugga? Fuuugggg!'
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“The fishermen had no place to put their yearning, their saliva dried up in their mouths” ⁦Here’s to the hardy and dazzling Melissa Janice Leadingham⁩ in ⁦Milk Candy Review⁩ 👏 milkcandyreview.home.blog/2024/04/11/the…

They say nothing in life is free - but this workshop is! The Propelling Pencil charity flash competition wants you to succeed, so this is our way of helping you along. Come and join us!

Today’s the deadline for Gooseberry’s writing contest. Guidelines: gooseberry-pie.com/category/goose…

Now, I am chamotte and grog, slop and slurry. I am clay that is unformed, unfashioned.” The incredible beauty in this collaboration between two flash monsters Sumitra (short i, as in admit) (she/her)⁩ and ⁦cole beauchamp 🏳️‍🌈⁩ has made my morning 🪴🐟🌎 icebreakerslit.com/the-disassembl…

“I try to stay focused until noon when it’s finally time to squeeze the fat rubber bulb of the bugle horn to mark the end of the session.” Gotta love this one by ⁦Susan Barry-Schulz⁩ 👌🏼 havehashad.com/hadposts/speci…

I want to thank you all on pub day for your love & support over the decades. You give me such confidence that there is an audience for my quirky voice and the realms of human life I feel called up to write about. So here you go! Start reading Somehow here: bit.ly/3F52p6q

*The guardian of the silent cherries*
Rather birds pluck them from her lap, or possums and badgers unlock their sweetness; rather the guardian herself devour every last one of them and spit pips in the face of the other option, roaming at her bare feet like threadbare hunger.

Five South free submission windows are like Black Friday without the stress and only deals. But free, so better.

Fantastic opportunity to collaborate with Lindz McLeod.
Application deadline: Sunday 26th May

It’s bring your kid to work day and I’m leaving mine in the car with the window open and a light-blue notepad. No corporate fakery, no dad you’re a loser.

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The second time she trips me up is outside Tescos with my customary corned beef under-arm and she says the contemporary tinned food scene is dynamic, which makes me passé.

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It's happening! I have a lit mag smothered in pictures of raccoons (where else would I keep 'em?!) If you love short stuff, this is the mag.
Please follow, share & sub in June.
I've been so lucky to see my own stories in some awesome magazines - here's where I give back 🖤

Notes for Roger

Open the curtains
The world needs you
Remember birds
How they lift you always
Remember not to lie writhing under a pile of what-ifs
Roger, come on.

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This article where Kit de Waal says: 'I wrote My Name Is Leon with no expectation of it being published. After all, the first two novels I had written were rejected out of hand.'
Kit de Waal saying her novels were rejected?!
Everyone, I'm #amquerying 😌

theguardian.com/books/2020/aug…

I’ve been dead a week and Mireille’s on my back regarding the off-piste, my lack of helmet, the rock. Seriously, she says, you were always so careful, so buttoned-up, babe.

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They’ve got fricking Lydia Davis! They’ve got all these scorching writers! Here’s to the whopping wee lit mag that is ⁦SplonkFlash⁩ 5️⃣🎈🇮🇪 splonk.ie/2024/04/05/iss…

In response to that stupid tweet about women not writing about sex, please share your most provocative lines!

Here's a line from my Sunbathers novella, coming 😉 in Sept '24

'For the first time since I turned, I feel the unmistakeable ache of lust, tar-black and sticky-sweet.'

“We liked the man even though he rarely attended Sunday service.” Such a chilling use of “we” by ⁦Claudia Monpere⁩ 👏 tinymolecules.com/issues/eighteen

Leonard dreamt of this endless flow of ketchup that gushed over his plate, his pillow, his wife’s sleeping face. Ketchup buildings, ketchup colleagues, a condiment fucking nightmare, in fact.

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