flash fiction

Just Music… – Flash Fiction

This is a piece I recently wrote on a creative writing course.

Just Music…

Daniel lived inside his record player. This was a place in which he felt safe; a world in which he belonged.

Daniel did not fit in at home – and he certainly did not fit in at school. In the eyes of his classmates, Daniel was a weirdo; an oddball; the freak who lurked at the back of the classroom, headphones blaring.

The only place in which Daniel felt like he really belonged was his bedroom. He would lay on his bed, letting the sounds of Darkside of the Moon and Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band wash over him.

Daniel’s record player was an escape; a portal to another world; a world in which he was a part of something. No more small talk; no more excruciating eye-contact; no more awkward handshakes; no more social anxiety; just music…

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Daniel Crumpet – Children’s Flash Fiction

Daniel Crumpet

Many moons ago – in a time long before Facebook and Twitter and Selfie-Sticks – children did something called ‘reading’. But nowadays reading is considered to be a peculiar activity. These days, if you are seen to be reading a book rather than playing on a PlayStation or retweeting a picture of a cat wearing roller-skates, you are likely to be labelled a ‘weirdo’.

Daniel Crumpet loved to read. He spent hour after hour devouring book after book. Even when it was time to sleep, Daniel could be found reading by torchlight beneath his duvet.

Daniel had three favourite authors: Charles Dickens, Roald Dahl and Laurie Lee. His favourite Charles Dickens book was A Tale of Two Cities; his favourite Roald Dahl book was The Twits; and his favourite Laurie Lee book was Cider with Rosie.

Most of the children at Daniel’s school wanted to be footballers or popstars or celebrities when they grew up. But not Daniel. No! He wanted to be a writer.

A boy named Bradley Fitz (the most obnoxious kid in Daniel’s school) ridiculed Daniel for aspiring to be a writer. He claimed that only losers read books.

Twenty years later – on the verge of his third novel being published – Daniel Crumpet bumped into Bradley Fitz. Bradley had grown up to become a dustbin man.


The Match – Children’s Short Story

Another snippet from a children’s short story called The Match

When I was ten-years-old, my Dad was the most exciting person in the world. He was a tall man with bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle when he spoke of exciting things – mainly football! Dad and I spent all of our time playing football together in the garden. We used flower pots for goalposts and sticks dug into the ground for corner flags. We were football-BARMY! When I wasn’t playing football, I was watching football. Dad would record episodes of Match of the Day onto video cassette for me. I would study those tapes for hours on end. This caused many an argument between my sister and I…’Will you turn that ROTTEN football off!’ Susan would screech. ‘I want to watch Sabrina the Teenage Witch!’ I would never let Susan boss me around – even if she was eighteen months older than me. I would puff out my chest and tell her to ‘GET LOST!’ – at which point a scuffle would usually ensue!



Flash Fiction – Tim’s Imaginary Friend

Tim had always had an imaginary friend. For hours at a time, the young boy would chat to his make-believe chum about his dreams and aspirations.

Every evening, Tim knelt by the side of his bed and thanked his imaginary friend for all of the things that he had done for him that day.

But as Tim grew older, he began to have doubts about his made-up buddy. As the years passed, Tim slowly began to realise that having an imaginary friend that you talk to and ask for things and thank when something good happens in your life was idiotic.

Tim no longer has an imaginary friend – and is now what is known as an ‘atheist’.