Abi Hennig

We will lie down here, waterside. You trace my scars, each #argent line an echo of sweeping mountain curves, reflections of the starlight spiralled sky. And so it is, and will be, when we return to earth. Moonlit. Marvellous. Immortal. #vss365

We name it #experiment: code word concealing intent.
'Just a game,' you say.
Until it isn't.
We sit, squished: three bodies in a two man tent. It learns quick, whispering words echoes of our own.
Two syllables repeat, urgent.
'Hungry.'
We hold our breaths. Wait.
Either way, it will be over soon.

She'd glimpsed #terror once. Now she kept her head down, counted pavement cracks
Until the red shoes with lollipop lacquer that squeaked as she slid them on. And danced. And stared at the shine until it coalesced into a million eyes. By sunset, in the dark, the shoes were all that was left. #vss365

It lies inside, this silent #songbird. Buried deep beneath the many masks we wear, it beats its wings, forcing a flutter in the chest, weaving its way up, up to form a living lump in a choking throat.
One day, soon, she'll sing again.
For now, we wrap ourselves in whispers and we wait. #whistper

Competition Three Winning Flash Fiction: The last wolf in Brighton’s in the prize booth on the pier – Free Flash Fiction Sometimes, he stares at the picture ticky-tacked to the overhead cupboard door for a solid ten minutes.   Lone wolf he calls it.   Like me, he says.   He rubs at a spot on the counter, invisible to th...

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Chosen by Judge Hazel Turner

FFFCompetition Three Winning Story:

The last wolf in Brighton’s in the prize booth on the pier
by Abi Hennig
@abihennig.bsky.social

#flashfiction #writingcompetitions

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Love love love this piece by @stillsquirrel.bsky.social

Thrilled to be a tiny drop in this year's FlashFlood. Happy #nffd2025

scarlet dawn
the city gulls are crying
salty for the sea
here is a splinter
of my driftwood heart

#whistpr #30Days30Words
#vss365

When the sea stills,
When the sky sinks - grey, impenetrable
When the hummingbird's wings stutter
When the leaves curl inwards, holding their breath
Let us lie together on the shore and sing the song of the #nudibranch
Watch colour explode anew #vss365

An Open Letter to Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Who Thinks My Daughter is a Tragedy Dear Mr. RFK Jr., (The “dear” is tradition. Don’t mistake it for affection.) You said autistic children are a burden. That they ruin families. That...

"You said autistic children are a burden. That they ruin families. That they’ll never pay taxes or write poems. That they are, in essence, collateral damage. I’d like to introduce you to my daughter."

That first morning, me and Old Robot sit on a cliff edge. Split boots and rusty feet dangling over a sea all maybe colours of new day.

Old Robot says, all these long nights I saw in black and white, as zeros and ones, only safety or danger.

Look now, the gulls are flying golden spirals.

#whistpr

Head First into the Maw, Now Available! - TL;DR Press Head First into the Maw: The Best of the TL;DR Press 2K Terrors short story Horror Competition Winners is a

I'm thrilled to be a small part of the @tldrpress.bsky.social charity collection - available now in print and ebook: tldrpress.org/2025/03/16/h...

Sherry's Shorts - March 2025 A monthly spoken-word show featuring local writers & stories focused on the Scottish Highlands, with music and chat. Presented by Sherry Morris, a short story writer, local to the Inverness area. Stor...

The March episode of Sherry's Shorts is here, with tales about fishing & the sea. There's a great piece by @sagreene1.bsky.social & also super stories by local Highland writers Timski, LG Thomson & Cynthia Rogerson. www.mixcloud.com/invernesshr/... Listen live to @highlandhradio.bsky.social

They come from the sea, tall as trees, a slick #cerulean swarm.
Close up we see the stippling, presume pixelation - holographic horror hosted by a hive mind.
But as they swipe to smite, a million microplastics vibrate in time.
Too late, we recognise the monsters we made. #vss365

" #Myopic Man " the headlines blaze.
Readers devour the story:
"Pensioner's prescient painting."
"Model mirrors: microchosm of real life murder discovered in shed next door."
They call him soothsayer, set the old man free.
He dips his brush.
Begins again.
#vss365

A chime of little daffodils gathered in a huddle on last autumn's leaves

Their heads do nod as I pass, gathered together in fallen leaves, not grass. How they whisper, how they #chime. With golden trumpets, they put on a play, and I, a crowd of one, do pause briefly to see. No fee. They're just the ticket for me, to lighten my step, lift my chin, begin this day.

#vss365

Thank you!

Thank you!

Loved this Jenny!

Big boots and star cats This weekend, a stranger said a tiny story I posted was so like a published series it ought to be a review. When someone calls ‘Snap!’ between my writing and someone else's, here’s what generally happ...

Hello lovelies.
Here is a tiny but cheerful blog about how (not) to be original.

2 mins read.
Hope you enjoy.

#amwriting #writingcommunity #blog

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When you slammed the door, stillness descended.
At the window box, my fingers sieve soil. Even seeds won't grow in silence.
A scattered shard of glass; #sonic scream unleashed. Sound spills like milk, across the ground, up the wall, above the sink. There, slowly, green shoots spark. #vss365

an archival black and white photograph of the KKK marching in Washington DC with the capitol behind them

In light of everything happening, I wrote about how the KKK in the 1920s felt unstoppable, about the people that fought against them anyway, and about how fascism always fails. dansinker.com/posts/202…

So pleased you enjoyed Interludes, Pat. Thank you for reading and sharing @pdforan.bsky.social @lisaferranti.bsky.social #flashfiction #flashfictionfebruary

Thank you Sherry! X

Congratulations to all the winners. I'm so pleased my little story will be part of this collection! #tldrterrors

Black History Month with @levertthebassman.bsky.social
Day 01: Fred Hampton

after the system
went silent,
we took to
the forest
and learned all
we would ever
need to know
in the shadow
of an ancient #oak

#vss365

‘My children found my old Universe in a Box.’

Next up, this cosmic wonder from Neil Clark in @splonk.bsky.social ✨

Less than 2 weeks until the @natflashfictionday.bsky.social Micro Fiction Competition deadline! This is not a drill 🚨🚨🚨 Get drafting!

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When night's cold fingers
slice my skin,
rip beneath my ribcage
at tangled terror in my heart,
I do not lie still, silent, scared.
I walk outside,
into the arms of the #oak.
Ensconced in smooth shadows,
I sit, soothed, safe.
'This too,' the tree whispers.
'This too shall pass.' #vss365

"Her reflection in the deep burgundy gloss of the door is amorphous and sinister. The brass fittings gleam coldly."

So much poise to this brilliant piece from @jtstories.bsky.social; love the way the title hangs over the story like a shadow