Writers Victoria April Flash Fiction

Thanks to Writers Victoria, lock down in April was a lot of fun! They ran a daily Flash Fiction competition for the month. Each day a ‘prompt’ word was tweeted, and writers had until 9pm to tweet their flash fiction reply. All entries had to contain the prompt, and be less than 30 words long.

I didn’t manage to enter every day, but got there most days. I even won on day 19!

Here’s a selection of my entries.

Moving through the abandoned spaceship, Alana heard a rumbling growl. She unholstered her laser gun. There! She fired, missed. Her last thought – why is there a lion on this ship?

Day 18, prompt word – Laser.

A person forces spoons of mush into my limp mouth. I drift into memories.

You, me, swimming off the Italian coast. The sea sparkling, hypnotising.

The majesty of youth, lost.

Day 19, prompt word – Drift. The winning entry!

It’s here. I need it.

Tears roll down my cheeks, then a spotlight hits the memory.


You, in bed, smiling sideways at me, face creased.

God, I miss you!

Day 20, Prompt word – Spotlight.

‘Theesway,’ she said.

‘Thee sway?’ I asked, confused.


I swayed. She walked away. I followed, swaying side-to-side.

‘Your table,’ she said.

Oh! This way!

I stopped swaying and sat.

Day 21, prompt word – Sway.

They pushed me to the centre of the dais. Tears flowed. I smiled proudly and knelt, my head overhanging the block.

The honour of being chosen to appease the gods!

Day 22, prompt word – Centre.

I read the letter again; white faced, slack jawed. Lymphoma – confirmed. Words drift dizzily across my vision – radiation, chemotherapy, bone marrow. All I see is a death sentence.

Day 23, prompt word – Read.

‘Measure twice, cut once,’ my father always said.

Sage advice from the old bastard.

He screamed into his gag as I sawed his leg, exactly 25 centimetres from his foot.

Day 24, prompt word – Measure.

The mirror assaults me.

I pinch skin between my fingers but it’s stretched too tight.

My eye’s reality is distorted in my mind.

I’m so fat!

My body consumes itself.

Day 27, prompt word – Distorted.

Lashes dipped seductively over smoky eyes. Lips licked in anticipation. Elation a dance beat in the veins.

Fixated on you.

Magnetic gaze drawn together. Breathing faster. Velvet touch.

We crest.

Day 29, prompt word – Fixated.

‘Paola! Focus!’

Paola pushes the tablets away, fear scowling her face.

‘I don’t want them! Leave me alone!’

Her mother sighs, exhausted by this daily battle with a damaged mind.

Day 30, prompt word – Focus

Published by davidmckwrites

I am a writer from Melbourne, Australia. I am currently working on two writing projects. The first is a contemporary gay novel about a man experiencing growth and change after the end of a relationship. The second is a collection of novellas following a private detective in Sacramento as she solves missing person cases with the help of her four spirit protectors. I also write poetry, short stories, plays and film scripts.

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