White on top of white on top of white, his rig claws for frozen-lake traction as his eyelids bounce, sleep and death the same. Then, a silhouette at the roadside. He slows alongside. A companion, […]
Neon vacancy signs flashed as the bee crawled across the bed, apologetic. ‘I’m sorry I cannot fly, for the season is late and I am heavy of heart.’ But Amber panicked and Ryan, also startled, […]
In between the stars we found us and everything we had ever known. Every kiss, every punch, every smile, distilled into a dot, spinning in the black infinity. The thrill of a reunion. The ache […]
HelloI’m Ben. I haven’t got a dog. There you go. A story in five words. Eat it Hemingway. Go to my about page for more on that breaking news.
Anyway, come for the flash fiction, stay for the sense of wonder at meaning derived from weird symbols on a screen. I was a sports journalist for 17 years before giving it up in December 2016 to chase the writing dream. What an idiot.
At the very least, I write flash fiction here, while working on a couple of longer projects that will hopefully one day help me feed my two kids. In the meantime, my Facebook page is here and if you want to contact me, try firstname.lastname@example.org, or I’m @fictionalben on Twitter. Thanks for reading. If you like what I read, please hit ‘like’ – it means the world to know that my words have reached a stranger and not made them vomit.
Lewis was surprised to see Grandma at the gates. ‘Where’s Mummy?’ ‘Silly thing, did she forget to say I was picking you up?’ She gripped his hand. ‘Come on, we haven’t got long.’ Lewis looked […]
So this is it. No longer employed. I am exposed to the world and its madness. Time to leap into the cold water.