“You appear to be shivering”
She nodded
“Would you like to come in?”
She nodded again
Her foot was just over the threshold when he crowed
“That wasn’t, technically, an invitation”
She stopped, statue-like her foot hovering, then looked up into his face, his soul
“Does Perchta NEED an invitation?”

#WriteCBC task from @jessicabull.bsky.social: Write an exchange in which a character says one thing but communicates something else entirely. Allow your narrator to draw their own conclusions as to what is really being said. Extra points if you make it festive!

A purple brick wall with graffiti writing of the details for the scrap, a scratch night with a twist

The Scrap: a scratch night with a twist!!
3 scenes from my play Undercooked are being given the scrap treatment 🫣 by director Dylan Lowena and actors: Debbie Bridge, Graeme Culliton, Richard Lessen, Tara Quborsi
Courtesy of No Such Theatre
Tickets available here: www.eventbrite.com/e/explosive-...

Opportunity Tuesday | Linda J Bloomfield | Substack The weekly list of exciting PAID opportunities for UK artists, creatives & freelancers! Click to read Opportunity Tuesday, by Linda J Bloomfield, a Substack publication with thousands of subscribers.

Sharing a thing for creatives:
Sometimes things cross my path (aka land in my inbox) that look cool. And I think to myself, other folks should know this exists....
Well, here's one
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Hope you've had a fab Tuesday, full of opportunities.

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Flowers crane to see what the old oaks turn away from. Drips from the fruit trees cool his head and streak his dirty hands. Birds that held a vigil now hold a minutes silence. As the sun rises and petrichor is replaced by mown grass, he hopes she was right, that blood and bone are good for plants.

Open Call Writer- Scratch night call out for The Scrap | Job Quick-fire scratch nights for adventurous new writing in theatre and performance! The Scrap is an open-access night for writers, actors and directors to try out new ideas, meet one another, and showca...

Fab opportunity for playwrights

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three identical red books in a carboard box, they have ten chess pawns on the front cover, one has been knocked over

An anthology with one of my stories in it 🥰

Ten Little Mysteries: New Cases Inspired by the Golden Age of Detective Fiction

One of the stories, Tapestry, is by me!
This is sooooo exciting.

Available from Amazon (I know) amzn.eu/d/infPyXY
Or from your local bookseller, ISBN  978-1036926366

She should have planted it years ago, if she had there’d be a decent sapling by now. But she couldn’t part with it, the last remaining vestige of her ancestral home. The tightly closed tin sits next to her bed and fills her dreams. Botanically it’s called a fruiting body. She calls it Hope.

The cover of a book, mostly red, with title "Ten little Mysteries" and ten pawns lined up, with one knocked over. The publisher is "Golden Age Mysteries" and their logo is a capital G turned into a magnifying glass

Coming soon....

It's colder than he remembers, but the smell snaps him back.
He’s sweating.
It takes time to find the cupboard he hid inside, the marks almost polished away.
Above, the dusty crows rock on their perches in a draft.
They saw, they know.
His age meant innocence was assumed, that burden needs lifting.

Under the porch light, a youth holds out a leaflet.
The old man has oven gloves, sweat beading on his brow.
"Is now-" "Now's not-", the leaflet droops.
Eyes meet, mirror images of loss.
Hesitation.
"Raisin muffins, ready in five”
“Seriously?"
"Yes"
The door yawns open wider, a stomach growls.
“OK”.

And you've set an intriguing challenge...
#WriteCBC #GabrielleGriffiths

Janice peered carefully around the door. Peter, really? He was a surprise, but an easy first target. There was a pop, a silenced handgun, and a slump to the floor, followed by a scuffle as Anne tried to move his body. Janice stepped out “Can I help at all?”. Anne, startled, very nearly shot her.