Another fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for March. This piece is a brief story about new friendships, shyness, and cake. Two Forks She’s here again, drinking coffee with her friends. She gives me a…
A fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for March. This piece is a brief story about war, cold, hunger, renewed friendships, and soup. Borchst Cruel weather. Despite modern material ingenuity, once cold seeps in, harder…
Another fifty-word flash fiction writing post composed for February. This piece is a brief story about a murderer, burying a body, and electric shock. Shocking Find The mains’ exact position was unknown, but laws dictate…
Welcome to Tarquinius W. Peterson’s Fantastical Guide to the World of Art. This week we are uncovering … The Scream by Edvard Munch, 1893 Everyone knows this artwork, but that’s not surprising, as several, several…
Tarquinius W. Peterson, the renowned creative commentator and art historian, is a university educated and well-read critic of art and accruer of arty pictures and sculptured objets. T.W.P. 2018 Awarded a government maintenance grant, I…
Another sip of freshly-pressed coffee, as feet pace around the kitchen and into the study. There’s a chill underfoot when emigrating from warm under-floor ceramic heat to room temperature carpet. A fragrant woollen floor covering…
The weather Gods are frantic with their hailstorm task. The bouncy-ball-sized ice smash downwards through the flashing clouds. It’s a surprise they don’t crash into each other. I guess that’s why they are the Gods….
It’s raining; it always rains on pickup day. Especially on this estate, and especially onto these blocks of flats. No wonder they are all coloured grey, any colour has long washed away. It’s as…
The tube train jolted as it rattled around a bend, business men and women who stood, swayed like seaweed on a coral reef. The platform appeared out of the dark and the speeding transport slowed….
Following on from Dylan Thomas’s birthday on 14th May, below is a piece of Flash Poesy (in Thomas motif) starting with the first line of his Fern Hill poem “Now as I was young and…”. As…