Worthing Flash

Some editors have blocked any writing which uses AI. An alternative might be to publish such works (labelled to show the work used AI) so readers can decide whether to read them or not. I would welcome any brief feedback on this. Send your feedback to worthingflash@gmail.com . I like to keep the number of rules to a minimum. At the moment, the only rule is that stories should be 1000 words or less in length. Derek McMillan  (Written without using AI)

Some editors have blocked any writing which uses AI. An alternative might be to publish such works (labelled to show the work used AI) so readers can decide whether to read them or not. I would welcome any brief feedback on this. Send your feedback to worthingflash@gmail.com . I like to keep the number of rules to a minimum. At the moment, the only rule is that stories should be 1000 words or less in length. Derek McMillan  (Written without using AI)

– Do you know what happened? – grunted the boar. – What? – The police officers robbed us. – What do you mean? – said the boar's friend. – People say they got to the trough. – So maybe we should get into force? – fellow boar said. – What are you talking about? – See, people often compare them to us and say policemen are pigs. – Hungry pigs – grunted the boar. – So that you know. I'd eat something. I would be better with a full belly. – You've heard that a smaller human called a larger one a pig – the boar changed the subject. – What a hallucination – chuckled his companion cheerfully. Christopher T. Dabrowski Translated by Julia Mraczny Note about the author: Books in USA: "Escape" (2019 - Royal Hawaiian Press), "Anomaly" (2020 - Royal Hawaiian Press), "A Monsters Pretending to be Human" (2024 - Alien Buddha Press), "Destiny Always Finds a Way" (2024 - Alien Buddha Press), "The Wonderful Life of Paul Veermer" (2...

Ken Poyner is (inter alia) a #worthingflash writer. Steven Hewitt, the fellow behind “Out of Orion”, has put out a number of albums based on my work under the aegis of “Barking Moose Music Productions.”  While earlier albums use my work as lyrics in CGM songs, the latest, “Withholding Science” is an album of ten spoken poems, accompanied by music, and two purely instrumental tracks.  WAV file versions are for sale at such places as Spotify and YouTube, but free MP3 tracks are available at Jamendo.   All Barking Moose Music Productions albums are available (free MP3) at https://www.jamendo.com/artist/599124/barking-moose-music-productions/albums .  “Withholding Science” is directly available (free MP3) at https://www.jamendo.com/album/609646/withholding-science .  --------------------------------------

CYCLIST (Response to Dynamism of a Cyclist by Umberto Boccioni (Italy) 1913) He powers forward on the bike. Helmeted head low to the handle bars. Back shifts, humps up, sinks. Bottom rises high. Abdominals pump. Legs push down then rise. Shirt flaps behind, lifts his number, 15, in the breeze. The bike wheels whirl, spin and spin, the spokes whipping circles. He charges, propelled. His wheels glide over pavement. The pavement runs towards him, dashes behind; the stripes painted there zip away--blurs. Pebbles pass like flashes, far off stars. Road signs streak by in bright red, yellow bands, their words and images flying too fast to be known. He feels his speed. SWIMMER (Response to The Swimmer by Stefanie Rocknak (USA) 2006) The race starts, and he is charging through the pool. Water bursts from either side of him, his arms cutting the water's top. The sloshing white churn swallows his face. His legs kick like a storm. He is glad realizing he leads the pack. His chest barr...

I recognised my sister Alison’s handwriting on the envelope. Puzzled, I opened it - to find a plain sheet of paper. Not a word. After that dreadful quarrel five years ago over Mother’s locket, Alison had stormed out. ‘I’ll never speak to you again!’ And she hadn’t. Far too proud. I looked down at the blank sheet of paper and realised that she couldn’t bring herself to write to me. Still too proud. But this was a cry for help. Someone had to relent. It was time to forgive. I picked up the phone and dialled her number. Janice Robinson