Worthing Flash

Place - St Symphorian's Atkinson Room. New Road, Durrington

Time - 2 pm

Date - 4th July
Anyone with an interest in flash fiction is welcome. There will be five main speakers who will share their flash fiction with the audience and then the audience are invited to share their own flash fiction or discuss the topic.
Speakers
 Régine Demuynck   Frances Edington    Bronwen Griffiths    Derek McMillan    Julie C. Round Tea and biscuits will be provided 

For pupils:

1) It is a good thing to be writing for an audience.  #worthingflash has had over 11000 visitors at the time of writing. It can display work for friends and family to see.

2) It is an introduction to editing their writing to reduce the amount of waffle (for want of a better word) and get straight to the point.

3) Pupils might want to use the Hemingway App (available online for free) to reduce the redundancy in their writing.

4) It is fun and there is no limitation except the length (which is between 85 and 1000) and your imagination.

For teachers:

(I realise teachers have no time, I used to be one.)

You don't lose your imagination when you become a teacher, quite the opposite. Pupils will always surprise you with new ideas. (I know they will surprise you in less pleasant ways too.)

You are not likely to have time to write a three volume novel but you do have plenty of stories to tell.

So send your masterpiece to worthingflash@gmail.com and the best will end up on the blog https…

In Celtic mythology, Honeybees were perceived as messengers between this world and the spirit realm and were associated with wisdom gathered from the other side. For centuries, beekeepers across Europe have kept up this ancient tradition of honeybees being emissaries through "telling the bees". This is where the beekeeper told their bees of any family events. Marriages, new births and especially deaths were marked by decorating the hive and voicing what had happened.

Strangely, the swarm arrived in late summer. Jocelyn saw it forming from the lounge, a huge mass of specks swirling and writhing, suspended fifteen feet from the ground. Gently she opened the door to where Richard was sleeping. Today his greying hair seemed almost white, haloed against the pillow, translucent in the sun from the open window. She would let him sleep on; she could tell him about the bees later that afternoon. She went into the kitchen and made herself a mug of tea.


After the stroke Richard had given …

I remember seeing my first full moon. I wasn’t much older than five. Home before dark was a general rule and I was headed in that general direction. The air was warm and the sky although darkening was still full of color. I was walking through a grassy yard when I spotted a giant moon floating just above a neighbor’s dog house. A red painted classic house shape taller than the fence with three steps up to the dog hole. I don’t remember a dog. I climbed up onto the house and straddled the peak to watch the moon slide up into the sky. I could make out the man in the moon that neighborhood kids had mentioned but I was more akin to the witch carrying fire wood told in a story by my grandmother. She would joke that we came from a long line of witches. “Or was it bitches?” she’d say. Smiling, winking, laughing. “Hur hur hur hur hur,” she sounded. Apparently, it was one of my first words spoken as a baby. The only other time I heard the word bitch was when my mother was fed up with me. I nev…

Ed’s plan was to ride an electric bicycle across Death Valley. He wanted his wife to drop him off on one side and pick him up on the other. In between he’d ride, set up camp, and write. He’d suffered a heart attack several years ago, looked into beyond, and it didn’t scare him any more. Having been to the other side of that dark mountain., what better place than Death Valley to get the time and space and solitude to write about his new found convictions?
Imagine being so self contained that you could stop and write whenever the muse struck. Being out there alone with the vast distance, the sun and stars. Free from the constant interruptions, the pushes and pulls of living in town.
Even better, technology had vastly improved. Electric bicycles were now the rage. Fat tires for rock and sand, extra strong frame to carry adequate supplies, power assist to help with the effort. Forty miles between recharges. The army had developed a solar panel blanket in a backpack. You just spread it ou…

Worthing Flash now has a Facebook page.

I am hoping to use it to recruit new writers to join the 40 who have already written excellent flash fiction stories for the https://worthingflash.blogspot.com blog. 

Today the number of visitors has risen to 11000. 

So please go to the page (reference below) and "like" it. 

https://fb.me/worthingflash

I will use it to announce the story of the week and for any other communications on matters of flash fiction. I will still use email, snail mail and carrier pigeon as necessary.