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Flash Fortnightly #14

15 May

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Welcome to Flash Fortnightly!

Laura BesleyMy name is Laura Besley and I’m an EFL (English as a Foreign Language) teacher. Over the years I’ve met thousands of students of all ages from many different countries in the world. This job really suits me as I love meeting people and learning about different languages and cultures. After working in England for a couple of years, I moved to Düsseldorf, Germany, where I taught Business English for two years and now I’m living in Hong Kong. This small pocket of Asia is a perfect blend of East meets West and is rich in colour, noise and inspiration.

That brings me nicely onto writing. I’ve been writing on and off since childhood and did my degree in English Literature and Film Studies. When I was in Germany I started writing a bit more regularly and in Hong Kong I’ve really had the time to dedicate to my writing. In 2011 I joined the Hong Kong Writers Circle and a critique group which allowed me to start looking at my work with a more critical eye. On 4th May 2012 I embarked on a project to write one piece of flash fiction a day. I’ve always seen myself as a novelist, but actually I’ve found that I really love writing short pieces as it gives you plenty of room to experiment with style, voice, characters and settings. And each day I can write something new.

I hope you enjoy this ‘Flash Fortnightly’ entry and I’ll be back on Wednesday 29th May with some more…

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Desire for Belonging

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They’ll never love me as much as her. She’s far prettier to start with, cleverer too, and a faster swimmer with three gold medals in the under-12s competitions.

When I was fourteen they sat me down on the red sofa, the squidgy one that’s hard to get out of, and Mum held my right hand and Dad my left.
‘There’s something we need to tell you,’ Dad said.

Is Stacey okay?’ That was my first thought. That something had happened to my little sister.

Yes, she’s fine,’ Mum said, and squeezed my hand. ‘She’s playing at Penny’s.’ I don’t like Penny and have never understood why Stacey does.

Sweetheart,’ Dad said, ‘you know we love you and always will.’ Oh God, I thought, have I broken something?

Mum just sat there with tears trying to escape from her small red eyes.

Yes?’ Was that the right answer?

You’re adopted,’ Dad said quickly, then let out a sigh and looked at Mum. Then they both looked at me.

It was as if the world stopped spinning. I suddenly noticed the hideous flowery wallpaper and how old Mum and Dad (if I could still call them that) looked.

Oh,’ I said.

You must have lot of questions,’ Mum said finally.

And Stacey?’

No, Stacey’s not adopted. She’s ours.’

Laura Besley

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If you’d like to check out more of my writing, flash fiction and non-fiction, check out my  blog: Living Loving and Writing. Or you can follow me on twitter @laurabesley or connect on facebook Laura Besley Writer

 

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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #14

15 Aug

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry.  This, sadly, will be the last of this particular feature due to ArtiPeeps’ development plans. See here. However, you can always catch up with Greg’s poetry on ArtiPeeps via his continued contributions to ‘Transformations’ our collaborative poetry project inspired by Ovid’s Metamorphoses.

My sincere thanks go to Greg for all his creative input with his feature over the past months. ArtiPeeps and I have appreciated it enormously. Thank you. 

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The Street Photographer

by Greg Mackie

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The street photographer
misses nothing –
the last lingering looks
of nervous new lovers,
the world-weary eyes
of fleeced-out fathers,
the sardonic smiles
of monochrome mothers.
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The street photographer
gently juxtaposes
and careful condradicts,
he teases the truth
with his camera ice-pick
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He sees through the smiles,
sees though the disguise,
captures the essence
of our animal lies.
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When his wife left him Tuesday,
her expression so bitter –
he picked up his camera,
and he took his best picture.
 
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Frenzy’s Flash Feature #14

4 Jul

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Welcome To Frenzy’s Flash Feature!

Your fortnightly Poetry/Photo Combo with Greg Mackie

Poet, dreamer, self-confessed idiot. Addicted to chocolate and crisps, he regrets having cancelled his last two dental appointments. Attempts to write stuff. 

http://frenzyofflies.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/FrenzyOfFlies

We hope you enjoy this  ‘Frenzy’s Flash Feature’ entry. Greg will be be back with another great combination on Thursday 18th July 2013

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FREE VERSE

by Greg Mackie

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They made it illegal to

stand in protest,

so now we walk

in parks –

silently.

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There are four thousand of us –

lost children,

walking along wide alleys,

walking in circles,

on the grass

between the trees

and the flower beds.

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The sun is shining bright

but the shadows are dark

and we know that,

very soon,

they shall make it illegal

to walk-

even silently.

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We know that,

very soon,

they shall come

from beyond those trees,

and from among us  –

to break our ribs

and crush our fingers

and teach us to be patriots.

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They shall cut us down  –

and there shall be

no protest,

no sanction,

no international outcry.

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The enemy,

the most vicious  –

the enemy,

the most destructive  –

is indifference.

 

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