keiths ramblings

    Great, my story's finished! Oh dear, it’s a bit long. I’m double the 200-word limit. Some editing required methinks. So, out goes the second paragraph. It’s not really necessary. Without it, paragraph three has nothing to relate to, so that can go too. Great, it’s shrinking. If I make the title really descriptive… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

Fred Lion was a very successful businessman. His first job was delivering pizzas on a bicycle. A few years later he was carrying valuable jewellery and rare artworks around the country. Then he started his own company, Flion, personally flying items of extreme value worldwide. Before long, he had his own private jet in which to… Continue reading FFfAW

    She searched for the street. Was it here? No, up those steps over there. Yes, home at last, back in her street of memories! She'd been happy there. But it wasn’t the same. Those apartments weren’t there, Auntie Julie’s house was. And Jamey’s house was nothing like the one there now. Jamey’s house… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

. . He watches as the waiter tidies the mugs then returns to the kitchen. His phone vibrates. A message. Rear RHS 410 6750. He walks to the table, picks up a mug from the back of the right-hand stack and scoops up a key. He pours some coffee, returns to his seat, and makes… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

Bob the Cobbler was a happy soul. Cob the locals called him. If your shoes needed repairing, he was your man! Shula Lacey ran a shoe shop. She and Cob had been friends for years and everyone knew one day they’d tie the knot, after all, they made the perfect pair. She was a slip… Continue reading FFfAW

Sunday Photo Fiction     He was driving way too fast. ‘Are we there yet?’ called a plaintive voice from behind. The tyres protested as he swerved this way and that. ‘Are we there yet?’ cried the little voice. His ears were assaulted by the staccato rattling of rain on the windscreen. Gusts of wind… Continue reading 199 Words

    I was in a cafe cradling a mug of steaming cappuccino. The day was grey, the street outside, busy. Shoppers bustled this way and that under a canopy of dripping umbrellas. One caught my gaze, a girl clutching golden flowers beneath a yellow brolly. She stopped, held out her arm and suddenly I… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

‘I told you not to wear those stupid heels’ yelled Tom as he tried to bring the inflatable boat under control. A circle of bubbles surrounded the spinning craft as air rushed from one corner. ‘Stick your big toe through the hole and I’ll try and paddle us to the shore’. ‘But what about my toenails?’  cried… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

  . I was talking to my friend Rosey on the phone the other day when she suddenly squeaked then said “Look at the time”. I looked at the time and said “I’m looking at the time, what about it?” She said, “It’s twenty to eleven and past my bedtime!” It was five minutes to eight! When… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

What’s today? Monday. No, it’s Friday because we had fish and chips. There’s my empty plate. See? Yes, Friday. What happened to my memory? I used to win quizzes. I did – didn’t I? Why’s this happening? WHY? It makes me so ANGRY! Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. It’s like I'm staring through a… Continue reading FFfAW