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Showcase – Displaced & The Philosopher’s Daughters

I am pleased to present two wonderful examples of fabulous prose this week in Showcase. First up, we have another of the excellent entries we received in our Flash Fiction competition a couple of months ago. Nicola Franklin's Displaced uses the 300-word limit to maximum effect, welcoming us into a warm and ...
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Showcase – XIII & The Chocolate Box

Next up in our series of flash fiction submissions is my own short story, XIII, which was fortunate enough to place as second runner-up. As before, I will let the competition judge, Clare Cooper, introduce the piece. While this is the last of the finalists, we will be publishing the ...

Wednesday Showcase: Breakfast in Bogota

This week, I am thrilled to present an extract of the published novel, Breakfast in Bogotá, courtesy of Helen Young, whom I had the pleasure of interviewing in this week's As A...Writer series, and her publisher, Unbound. As both parties were kind enough to share the first two chapters of the ...
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Showcase – The Orange Grove

Continuing on from our Showcase two weeks ago, I present the first runner-up in the Pen to Print Flash Fiction competition, The Orange Grove, by Bob Thompson. Once again, I will let the competition judge, Clare Cooper introduce the piece, but please do keep coming back, as we will be publishing ...
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Showcase – Life Changes

This week on Showcase, I am proud to present the winning story in our Flash Fiction competition, Life Changes, by Patsy Middleton. Keep a look out over the coming weeks and months for more of the great flash fiction entries we received. It is a testament to the immense talent ...
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Family Challenges

by Lynda Shepherd   Spaghetti bolognese and a school letter had brought me here. Well, my own stubborn streak might have had something to do with it. Olivia, my daughter, hadn't intended for me to read the school's letter. Their correspondence, like takeaway menus, were junk mail to her. We'd rowed often ...