The Breakout Room This flash fiction (aka microfiction) started out as a journal entry inspired by Jack Grapes’s book on ‘Method Writing’.

Thinking About Rain Years ago rain like this made me feel glad to be alive. I remember getting soaked to the skin coming home from school and then hanging my wet clothes to dry on a line in the scullery.

September Mourn “My father loved September Morn,” Sadako said, her voice almost a whisper. “He only went that day because someone called in sick.

Old is my Middle Name Fiction writer job description: sit in a room and make things up. This began as a handwritten microfiction story inspired by the word “Old”, a state we all become increasingly familiar with over time.