Nina joined an expedition camping in Bornean Rainforest and writes about the privilege of spending a night in the canopy.
Microfiction are really tiny stories where you barely have room to take two breaths before it’s over. I’d enjoyed them but never tried my hand at them until I decided to continue my NYC Midnight (really interesting writing competition) journey and try their 100 word Microfiction challenge.
Derrin is claiming ‘art restoration’ fees in his divorce from Kayley, to redo the tattoos she gave him during their marriage. Little does he know he wondered into her new tattoo parlor to get it done…
Spring 2020, the COVID-19 outbreak. Dawn has to self-isolate, and finds herself turning to her daughter’s first crush to help bring her supplies just as her own first love, her estranged ex-husband, gets back in touch.
They were just exploring. It was just a bit of fun. But some stories are better left untold.
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She was calm, and I was screaming.
Jemima thinks she has snagged a fantastic deal buying a shop for her new bakery, with its new oven, hardwood floors, and freshly painted walls. The only problem is that damn painting.
It was thick rainforest, humming with life, but to reach it we had to walk through what I can only describe as an open wound.
I’m going to climb a tree to 80 metres. That’s pretty high. Higher than the Leaning Tower of Pisa, at 56 metres. Higher than Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square, at 51 metres. Just 13 metres short of the Statue of Liberty. But I’m not just going to climb that high, pee my pants and climb …
Anyone who has ever camped in Britain will know- taking down your tent in the rain is tricky. However, taking down your tent when it is suspended from a tree hanging over a swollen river in the rain is… something else.