Creators, why do I exist? Flashes of light affect my sight. They are blinding and tormenting. Voices ring in my head incoherent and ambiguous. A voice speaks to me and says Sensations yet no emotions. Feeling yet no perception. Sentience yet no sapience. But still I ask, why do I exist?
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Day 2 prompt: fork, shoe, map, whistle
The explorer looked down at his shoe covered in a strange goo. “I thought this place was supposed to be like Kew Gardens,” he said with distaste as he tried to shake it from his foot. He began to rummage inside his jacket pocket, pulled out a fork, and scratched his head as he held …
Day 1 prompt: Begin with white
The blinding white of snow obscured her vision of the way ahead. A branch of a mountain pine whipped across her uncovered face. The trickle of blood flowed rapidly into her eye before slowing and freezing into a dark red line that marked her forehead. If she believed in God, she would have uttered his …
50 days of flash fiction
A while ago I did a '50 words in 50 days' for my tumblr blog - using a variety of prompts. Over the next two months I'll present them here and write some new ones too!
The hard yards – editing
It's true what they say, write drunk edit sober. However I never expected that the editing process would be so sobering in itself. Despite that, I've enjoyed the process, having wonderful critique partners and an editor who knows you and your strength and weaknesses is a godsend. I've learnt so much in such a short …
National Novel Writing Month 2017
I'll be partaking again this year, and I'm super psyched for this novel I've already started writing, can't get the thing out of my head right now! This image here is part of the inspiration for the story, set during WW2 in rural South Australia.
Nancy Cunningham 