Author: LottieMcKnight
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Universe – Binarii
We perched along a ledge above the Infinity Bridge, hands entwined, gazing across the city we called home. A snapshot in time, of a world soon to be forgotten. Our planet was dying. No brilliant scientist able to stop the inevitable. All we had were rough calculations of how it would all end – the…
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Knicker Pocket Glory
Today’s Silver Spryers activities: Armchair Aerobics and Bingo. I dread getting old. I mean really old, not just sixty and jetting off on exotic holidays around the world like my father – the life of bloody Riley – hiking into the forests to see rare and exotic birds with other crazy loons. He might as…
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Girl by the beach
The music slows, a muffled din through the thickened skin of the marquee. I gaze out over the moon-ripple of sea to the horizon and the fading light beyond. Celebrating the union of my best friends has been magical. But as the evening stretches thin, so does my resolve. A soft tinkle of metal tags…
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Never Trust a Blender
Pete gawped at the Morphy Richards blender on the kitchen side. ‘What happened to the new one?’ Claire grimaced. ‘Err… slight accident,’ she mumbled. It wasn’t unusual of her to breaking things. Clumsy Claire as Pete called her. But this wasn’t a broken plate or chipped mug. This was a potential divorce! Rewind back to…
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The illusive lamppost
2020 was going to be my year. I could feel it! By midday on New Year’s Day, I’d walked past the leftover chocolate coins, past the coffee maker and straight to the carrot sticks.The following week, I joined Weight Watchers. This was the new me. Three weeks later, I’d eaten more Ben and Gerry’s than…
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Teddy George
This was a bit of fun : flash-fiction – Abandoned Toy From the moment Mummy sewed on my eyes, I knew I was special. She knitted me a red cardigan with brown leather buttons, wrapped me in shiny paper and placed me amongst the other gift-wrapped boxes. When the little girl opened the paper, she…
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Dragon in my tree-house
This is a flash-fiction piece (less than 250 words) based on an angry/cross dragon. ‘I’ve tried, but he won’t give it back.’ My sister Shelley slumps into the kitchen chair. ‘He’s very angry.’ ‘I’ll try, with liquorice,’ I say, filling my coat pockets with Catherine Wheels. Slipping on my wellies, I trudge down the garden.…
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Photo Frame
Written in 2020. The prompt for this was ‘object’. I chose a photo frame because it allowed me to capture moments in time, and to tell a story which became a novel that I would love to finish & publish someday. Summer: Aged 15I remember sitting with you and Grace on the decking drinking tea…
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The hourglass…
This was inspired by a Creative Writing Ink photo prompt. I gaze out beyond the palms, to the beach where we first kissed. Remembering the cool breeze on our sunburnt faces as we lay snuggled under the shade of a sea-buckthorn bush – it’s branches swarming with ripe orange berries against the azure blue sky.…
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Gates of Hell
Inspired by the Creative Writing Ink photo prompt. ‘It looks like a bad Ghostbusters movie set.’ Tom turns to me, confusion contorting his features, ‘How did we get here?’ ‘We…’ I stop. I don’t remember. The last thing I recall is sharing a paella in Little Venice. ‘Where are we?’ I grip Tom’s hand tighter.…
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A surprise package…
Kim opened the door and smiled at the courier, before glancing down at the package. The first thing that caught her eye was the shape, then the tape, with the letters F R A G I L E written across it in red. It wasn’t the quail feed or book she was expecting. This was…
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The Beginning of the End
‘Hi!’ ‘Hi?’ ‘Are you lost?’ he asks, his silhouette coming into view as he strolls towards me. I gaze around at unfamiliar surroundings. The soft squelch of sand beneath my feet, water flushing between my toes. Cirrus clouds swirling, mirrored reflections, then nothingness. ‘Where are we?’ I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. ‘In your subconscious!’ He…
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Chasing Vapour Trails
Harry juts out his bottom lip, ‘Sorry mum.’ ‘It serves you right.’ Our elder sister Fiona says, poking at the cast. All eyes turn to Fiona, and I’m glad they are not on me for a change. ‘Well seriously, what was he thinking?’ Fiona adds, huffing as she crosses her arms in protest to the…
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Waking-up Dreaming
Have you ever woken up and wondered if you were still actually dreaming? Well, that’s me… and I must be dreaming, because the face and body looking back at me right now, is not mine. Or at least I don’t think it is. I had blonde hair, didn’t I? And I’m sure I didn’t wear…
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The Museum
This piece is inspired from my writing group last week after given the prompt in italics below. I originally planned to start from the prompt, but ended up creating a backstory instead. Sebastian had been working at the museum for almost a year now, having quit computer programming to follow his dream. He had always…
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Needs better lighting!
I’m sitting in the passenger seat, dressed in black of course. Desperate, yes that’s how I would describe myself… I’m desperate. I must be, as this is a seriously bad idea. I’ve been here before, just once. Had a look around when we first moved to the area six years ago. It looked nice enough,…
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A shadow of Time
This comes from a life writing course I went on a couple of weeks ago. I used the reality of my house as the setting for this story. Whilst clearing out the loft, she discovers an ancient key to an old boat house and decides to explore. On her return, she finds that her house…
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Thanks Steve!
I swear I am dying, my legs screaming at me with every step.Curse that second glass of wine and curse Steve from Accounts with his buttery voice and model good looks. There I was, imagining training sweating it out in the gym with him every weekend as I signed on the dotted line, handing over…