a little bird tweets

Jun 17 2012

Anonymous Caller

‘Hello? Who the hell is this? Will you please stop calling me?’

Heavy breathing penetrates the phone receiver, whilst keyboard taps meld with sounds of spittle. Then silence.

Marian’s heart thumps; she drops the receiver, flees the house, stands in the road and stares witlessly at every unlit window surrounding her.

In an apartment, ten blocks away, he hangs up and types.

Dear Marian, the docile tones of your voice inject me with virtuous energy. I know it upsets you when I don’t speak; but knowing you’ll reject me again leaves me with unwelcome dread. I can offer only silence.’

Tagged Apartment, Fiction, Heart, Keyboard, Psychological-horror, Psychological-thriller, Silence, Telephone, Up to 100 Words, Writing

Jun 14 2012

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Flash Fiction

From a bird’s-eye view, through an open roof, you’ll glimpse me alone; strumming a guitar, in the attic of a house, in a tired seaside town. I scribble lyrics to melodies; sing to backing tracks of seagulls’ cries; they perfectly mimic the beats of my disjointed heart; the one you nurtured, tasted, threw out to sea.

#Ships they sail away,

The lovers disappear,

They hold on to nothing,

We hold on to fear#

Notepapers escape my hands, as they‘re lifted up to the skies by the salty-air breeze; and I wonder if the Universe will ever hear my love song.

Tagged Fiction, Guitar, Love, Lyrics, Psychological-thriller, Sea, Ship, Song, Up to 100 Words, Writing

Jun 13 2012

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Flash Fiction

Little Doll

You were Isobel Isaac to the world; to me, you were Little Doll. Your enchanting smile would leave paparazzi hypnotised at the lens; they failed to detect the cracks in your face; the heavily overworked Maybelline eyes, that were merely a make-up-of-the-season disguise for the early morning Napoleon brandy drinking sessions, we so often spent.

Tagged Brandy, Face, Fiction, Maybelline, Paparazzi, Psychological-thriller, Smile, Up to 100 Words, Writing

Jun 09 2012

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Flash Fiction

Jesse

Jesse, tonight the light on the stairs fails to illuminate my presence. My milky body is enveloped in a torn chiffon chemise; that no married woman would ever dare wear. But you don’t see me, do you? I see a bed with a hole where I once laid; a telephone that no longer rings for me; a wedding photograph that is fading in time; don’t you see the days sunlight bleaching us? I guess life was so much more intricately woven for me, than it was for you.

Tagged Bed, Chemise, Life, Marriage, Photograph, Psychological-thriller, Telephone, Up to 100 Words, Wedding, Writing

Jun 04 2012

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Flash Fiction

Lady of Darkness

‘The artist had depicted Eloise’s portrait a thousand times, but none had seized her essence quite as beautifully as the ‘Lady of Darkness’, dated 1949. The artist would repeatedly draw, paint, erase and collage; reworking the image in his desire to capture her myriad of emotions. This overworked process not only reflected his obsessive-compulsive nature, but also the subjects’ taunted, troubled mind. Heavily applied pencil marks portray her self-inflicted facial scars, with loving precision. She is encapsulated by an abundance of charcoal; reflective of the depressive world in which she existed. A bandage appears to adorn her forehead; but it is merely the result of overworked paper that became abraded and torn which required patching. Now, before we move on to the next piece, does anyone have any questions?’

‘How did Eloise die?’

‘She committed suicide. In his memoirs, the artist describes Eloise of having been infatuated with him; a desire he could never nurture.’

Tagged Artist, Fiction, Infatuation, Obsessive-Compulsive, Portrait, Psychological-horror, Psychological-thriller, Suicide, Up to 200 Words, Writing

Jun 01 2012

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Flash Fiction

Lydia

Lydia, as I sit in our garden, I am reminded of you. The orange-blossom scent of the tree, the one you planted two years ago, does so echo the deceitful musky fragrance of your skin. I wonder if the roots have consumed your ashes, and if your scent has been carried up through the branches to be radiated out through the buds. The thought of your scent fusing with the Spring oxygen, leaves me sickly. Tomorrow, at dawn, I shall chop the tree; that once was a symbol of our love. John.

Tagged Death, Deceit, Fiction, Psychological-horror, Psychological-thriller, Scent, Tree, Up to 100 Words, Writing

Jun 01 2012

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Hello and Welcome!

Today (well yesterday now, as its 00:16am!) is a rather special day for two reasons;

1) 100 RPM – an ebook is published and available to buy on Amazon.

2) A Little Bird Tweets blog is launched to the world!

Over the last week, I have been glued to this blog; working on the website design and the static pages content; about me, contact me, published fiction and shop. The numerous design themes that WordPress offer is amazing and I spent a good couple of days playing around with themes, images, headers and backgrounds – it was so much fun! I have to say, I am pleasantly surprised with the overall result, what do you think?

Now that the initial design and page set-up is complete, the next step is to get writing. As you can see, I am yet to post Flash Fiction and Creative Writing posts…BUT I have a few ideas in mind and tomorrow you shall see the first couple of pieces. I am so excited about meeting the WordPress community and sharing thoughts and ideas with like-minded people.

For now, I bid you goodnight!