Welcome to Fiction Friday, our weekly flash fiction challenge.
Here’s how it works:
Set a timer for five minutes and start writing
Keep going for as long as you can once the timer goes off
No editing allowed—raw writing only
When you’re finished, feel free to share in the comments (but there’s no pressure.)
Today’s prompt – The Collector
You inherit your uncle’s apartment and discover the walls are completely covered with photographs. Not hung or framed, but taped, pinned, and glued in overlapping layers that go back decades. Each photo shows a different person, none of whom you recognize.
On the kitchen table is a single notebook. The entries are cryptic:
Hello. Welcome back to the Novel Kicks Writing Room.
Having concentrated on the process of editing last Wednesday, I wanted to keep it fairly simple this week.
Today, the task is to free write. The genre, setting, POV, characters – all of that is down to you. My only rule is that you try to reach 750 words. This is roughly three, one-sided pieces of A4 paper (or so I’ve been told.)
Maybe you’ve got an idea you’ve been thinking about for a while? Or, if you’re not sure what to write, there are some suggestions below that you can mix and match.
Grab that drink and snack and head to where you like to write. As always though, have fun.
Genre –
Historical Fiction
Horror
Romance
Comedy
Sci-fi
Dystopian
Welcome to Fiction Friday, our weekly flash fiction challenge.
Here’s how it works:
Set a timer for five minutes and start writing
Keep going for as long as you can once the timer goes off
No editing allowed—raw writing only
When you’re finished, feel free to share in the comments (but there’s no pressure.)
Today’s prompt: The Intruder in Plain Sight
Someone else is living in your home. Thing is, you’ve never seen them or met them.
Hello. Welcome back to the Novel Kicks Writing Room.
Today, we are going to be focusing on editing.
Below is the opening passage from David Coppefield by Charles Dickens.
An aunt of my father’s, and consequently a great-aunt of mine, of whom I shall have more to relate by-and-by, was the principal magnate of our family. Miss Trotwood, or Miss Betsey, as my poor mother always called her, when she sufficiently overcame her dread of this formidable personage to mention her at all (which was seldom), had been married to a husband younger than herself, who was very handsome, except in the sense of the homely adage, “handsome is, that handsome does” — for he was strongly suspected of having beaten Miss Betsey, and even of having once, on a disputed question of supplies, made some hasty but determined arrangements to throw her out of a two pair of stairs’ window.
Welcome to Fiction Friday, our weekly flash fiction challenge.
Here’s how it works:
Set a timer for five minutes and start writing
Keep going for as long as you can once the timer goes off
No editing allowed—raw writing only
When you’re finished, feel free to share in the comments (but there’s no pressure.)
Today’s Prompt: The Person
Every weekday morning for three years, a person has walked the same route through the same park at the same time. The dog walkers, the joggers, the woman who feeds the pigeons — they all recognise them. They never stop, never sit down, never break their pace. Then one Tuesday, they stop at a bench, sit down, and wait. Ten minutes later, another person arrives and sits beside them.