You dip fingers in the water expecting cold, feeling warmth. It ebbs away as the boat edges closer, ever closer. Colder, ever colder.
Nine in the evening, and the sun starts to dip below the rooftops, the dust and heat of the day, turning the sky a ruby red. September, though it feels like high summer. There’s the same lazy slowness in the air and it has her reaching for the cool of a water glass which she holds to her temple.
A short story I wrote as an exercise for the weekly Faber Academy #QuickFic competition. This week they asked for stories inspired by a randomly-selected Wikipedia article, which happened to be about Sverre Farstad, a Norwegian speed skater and Olympic gold medallist. This is my take on the prompt. You can read the winning entries here.
A very short story I wrote which was shortlisted for the A3 Review on the theme of ‘Tracks’ There are tracks on your arm from a parallel life, and I want to know all about it. The truth now, you hear? No bullshit. Just the facts. Don’t tell me your mama didn’t love you. Your papa beat you. Your girl ran out on you. Cuz I can see something wild there. It glints. Sexy? Sure. Scary? You bet. Was it all just a crazy misadventure? Something you did one day cuz Jack – who you never see any more, Read More
‘Laika’ Flash Fiction inspired by prompt from Visual Verse written by Jennifer Harvey
Short story inspired by Banksy Graffiti ‘Sorry, the lifestyle you ordered is currently out of stock’
Winter is something to endure. Or so I thought. But on a warm December day in Amsterdam I find myself dreaming of snow and ice.
So, December seems to be the month for compiling ‘Best Of’ lists. It’s not something I usually do because firstly, I’m not that organised and secondly, because I tend to be very bad at recalling things. However, 2015 seems to have been a particularly good year for online short stories – the sort of stories that you cannot forget. So here, in no particular order, are the five stories which have lingered longest in my mind in 2015. I have only selected stories which are published online because I want anyone reading this list to go and search them out. Read More
You can also listen to Natalie Winter read this story over at the Mash Stories Soundcloud podcast The Wing Walker We’re in the desert and it’s way more beautiful than I expected. In the early morning light, the sand is dusky pink, a damask rose that folds, dips and ripples like the ocean. I had imagined something harsh. A sun too bright to walk towards, a wind that flicked sand grains at your eyes, a heat that left you brittle. The calm comes as a surprise. It was Alexander’s idea. “The Al Ain” he said. When I looked at him, Read More