Monthly Archives: April 2016

Favour by Nathan Redland @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. The congregation sang the closing hymn in reedy, dischordant unison, inexpertly giving thanks to all of the pantheon for their benevolence and gifts.At the lectern, Archbishop Withering cleared her throat. She’d prepared quite the closing speech and was sure it’d get plenty of coppers in the collection box. As she began to

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17 Totally Random Wedding Favours by Ted Bonham @tedbonham

Reposted from here. Planning a wedding? Want to leave your guests with a truly unique memorial of the day? Here’s our list of 17 totally random wedding favours guaranteed to impress! Picture frame: Whatever they choose to put in their new picture frame it’ll always remind them of your special day! Bread: Help your guests

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Antimacassar by @HowlieT

Antimacassar: a small, usually decorative, piece of fabric to keep sofas and arm chairs clean, keeping Macassar (hair oil) confined to one, easily removable and cleanable place. The gate is ornate, wrought iron, pretty but solid, like a doily made by a foundry. The door is ornate too, all solid carved oak, and twiddly bits,

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Antimaccasar, unfinished by Ted Bonham @TedBonham

Reposted from here. The good worm over at whimword runs a fantastic weekly flash fiction contest which I have been intending to enter for some time. This week’s prompt of “antimacassar” was too fine an opportunity to pass up. My first instinct was to play with the sound of the word, maybe introduce an antimatter

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Remains by The Scribbling Wren @noodleBubble

Reposted from here. ‘I remember her buying it’ said Mum as we stood round a huge gold Draylon armchair, indent of Gran’s body clearly left. My son peeled the white cotton off the back of the chair and held it aloft. “To keep the upholstery nice. Stop marks” He’d prised up headphones to hear my

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Antimaccasar by Thom @MrMoth

Reposted from here. The idea of it pricks his conscience, if he has one. It certainly interests his wallet. He sinks back into the chair and pulls at a loose thread on the embroidery of the arm. He looks blankly across the room and away from the hopeful faces, shining in the lamplight. He is

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PIratical Practices by Thom @MrMoth

Reposted from here. Aaaarrrr, me hearties!” “Oo-arrr, me hearties!” “No,” Captain Greyflash sagged, his voice returning to normal. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand. “Not ‘oo-arr’. We’re pirates, not farmers.” “Actually, Captain, I am a farmer,” piped up a smaller recruit. “I was travelling across to open a sugar farm

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Piratical Practices by Nathan Redland @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. Geographical reference The lush vegetation on the shore of Umboi Island was, as ever, a cacophony of avian squawks, shrieks and croaks. This time, however, the bird cries echoing out onto the Dampier Strait seemed more ordered, somehow, as if each long hooked bill spoke in turn. The source of the clamour

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ANTIMACASSAR by Nathan Redland

Reposted from here. In the recovery lounge, servitor drones mop up the goop from the last round of procedures before the next lot of subjects file in. The little, whirring automata place a clean piece of crocheted cloth on the headrest of each recovery chair, then return to MOTHER, the room-sized ancillary droid that spends its

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