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Simon John Cox, writer of novels and short stories from Tunbridge Wells
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Published Stuff – Simon John Cox
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Short stories and flash fiction from writer Simon John Cox. Here is where you can find my published short stories and short story collections. To be first to hear about newly released fiction follow me on Twitter. A horror story inspired by the folklore of Jenny Greenteeth. Or buy the ebook now from Amazon. A horror story inspired by the terrifying internet meme. Or buy the ebook now from Amazon. Speculative fiction based on the premise that the technology from the TV show. My story is called. Build a we...
Body – SmallTales – Simon John Cox
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Short stories and flash fiction from writer Simon John Cox. Body – SmallTales. By Simon John Cox. Joseph Monroe started building the sarcophagus on the day his father fell under a bus. Fall under a bus? He said, No sir. A nice peaceful death, that’s what I want. I ain’t movin’, he’d say, A nice peaceful death, that’s what I want. This is a 100(ish)-word flash fiction story written as part of #SmallTales. With the prompt “Body”. Look up the rules and take part here. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).
Derelict – SmallTales – Simon John Cox
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Short stories and flash fiction from writer Simon John Cox. Derelict – SmallTales. By Simon John Cox. His body is cracked and bowed, his clothes stiff with dirt. His day is a doorway and an upturned cap, cans of cider, corrugated cardboard. His nights are darkness blotting like ink and the bitter howls of the ghosts of his past. It hadn’t always been like this. Once, there had been a uniform, a duty, a purpose. Once. Then, one day, they’d let him go. Goodbye, good luck, chin up! Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
Free stuff – Simon John Cox
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Short stories and flash fiction from writer Simon John Cox. A selection of freely available short stories and flash fiction pieces available for you to read online or in some cases to download to an e-reader. To keep up to date on new free fiction, follow me on Twitter. A short story about the final performance of the world’s greatest ever magician and his mysterious demon helper, Azamat. Read it online. A wintry tale inspired by English folklore. Read it online. Or hear me read it to you. Join 362 other...
Shade – SmallTales – Simon John Cox
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Short stories and flash fiction from writer Simon John Cox. Shade – SmallTales. By Simon John Cox. The shadow that the sun prints on the parched sand is as sharp as pressed metal, and its edge creeps towards him like a curse. He huddles into the shrinking panel of shade. An hour until the second sun rises. Maybe less. He rubs the visor of the envirosuit and wishes again that it wasn’t broken. His thumb smears the dust on the cracked glass. He remembers the man he killed to take it. Enter your comment here.
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April | 2016 | rebeccafieldwriting
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April 24, 2016. May 21, 2016. The lightning flashed, illuminating the fleeing figure as she streaked down the lane in red trainers. Thunder boomed, and the rain hammered down, soaking her jeans through and turning her long hair to wet rags which flapped out behind her like washing on a line as she ran. I wrote this piece a little while ago for a flash fiction competition which it didn’t win, so thought I would post here. Via a href=” http:/ photopin.com” photopin /a>. The Holly Bears a Berry. Short sto...
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November | 2016 | rebeccafieldwriting
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November 2, 2016. November 2, 2016. For those of you who enjoyed my previous post Calm. Featuring Eric who had mislaid his prawn sandwich, you can now read a longer story, ‘Workplace Harmony’ featuring him here at Literally Stories. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I made myself chuckle writing it. All feedback gratefully received as ever. Disclaimer: Any resemblances to office colleagues I may have worked with past or present are purely coincidental! The Holly Bears a Berry. Read to Write Stories.
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June | 2016 | rebeccafieldwriting
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June 27, 2016. It was noon before I finally made it out of bed. I had woken with a thirst, and could not claw back the bliss of sleep no matter how hard I tried. The events of the evening before were returning to me in scattered fragments that I struggled to piece together. I opened the front door to take out the kitchen bin, and nearly tripped over the object that had been left there. This wasn’t the first time she had left a peace offering; what would it be this time? Inside the tin was a large chocola...
Friday Fictioneers – #so bored | Mostly Words
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Fiction/Poetry/A Few Random Photos. Friday Fictioneers – #so bored. March 25, 2015. March 25, 2015. 8212;————————————————————————————. Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Posts every Wednesday. Around 100 people participate, their stories and poems are brilliant; check them out here. Friday Fictioneers – Lingering. The Last Breath – feedback appreciated! 50 thoughts on “ Friday Fictioneers – #so bored. March 25, 2015 at 3:28 pm. March 25, 2015 at 3:48 pm.
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Calm | rebeccafieldwriting
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October 5, 2016. October 5, 2016. I wonder if perhaps I failed to capture the essence of the prompt word (which was calm) with this entry to last week’s Ad Hoc Fiction competition, but I just couldn’t help myself. Well I enjoyed writing it anyway, even if the feeling wasn’t shared by the voting public! It was no good. He stormed from the kitchen, letting the door slam shut behind him. Someone had eaten his prawn sandwich and he wasn’t about to let it go. There would be hell to pay. Posted in Flash fiction.
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September | 2016 | rebeccafieldwriting
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September 19, 2016. A little story I wrote called The Garden has just been published here:. Https:/ www.101words.org/. A Date to Remember. September 6, 2016. September 7, 2016. Here is another installment in the life of the hapless Candice. Previously I wrote A Trip to the Zoo. For those who may wish to remind themselves of her dating history. Enjoy! Looking at her watch, Candice noted with dismay that her date was now over twenty minutes late. Muttering curses under her breath she checked for phone ...
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August | 2016 | rebeccafieldwriting
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August 27, 2016. Here is another recent non-winning Ad Hoc Flash Fiction entry; the prompt word was ‘flex’. Just a Small Prick. I clocked him in the busy waiting area as I hurried through to my clinic room. He was berating the receptionist; something about parking, in a hurry to get to work. Isn’t everyone? I thought, hoping he wasn’t my patient. I showed him to the couch in my room, and took the form he thrust at me. No point attempting small talk with this one, I thought as I washed my hands. As I roun...
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Flex | rebeccafieldwriting
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August 27, 2016. Here is another recent non-winning Ad Hoc Flash Fiction entry; the prompt word was ‘flex’. Just a Small Prick. I clocked him in the busy waiting area as I hurried through to my clinic room. He was berating the receptionist; something about parking, in a hurry to get to work. Isn’t everyone? I thought, hoping he wasn’t my patient. I showed him to the couch in my room, and took the form he thrust at me. No point attempting small talk with this one, I thought as I washed my hands. Haha, I l...
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February | 2016 | rebeccafieldwriting
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February 22, 2016. March 17, 2016. He glanced at the clock on his dashboard; how long had he been driving? He wondered. It felt as if he had been travelling for hours; he was feeling a little tired. He couldn’t recall seeing any road signs recently; perhaps he hadn’t been paying close enough attention. Which junction did he need? After a while he noticed that his hands were cold. He had left his gloves at home, or had he? Confused, he drifted momentarily into the next lane and another lorry came blaring ...
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A Trip to the Zoo | rebeccafieldwriting
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A Trip to the Zoo. March 25, 2016. March 26, 2016. Bernard exclaimed excitedly; his quivering finger pointing at the disappearing rear-end in the bushes. Candice struggled to summon up the same level of enthusiasm for the spiky egg-laying mammals; Bernard had talked of little else since their meeting at the gate. Dolores had been right to ask what sort of man would suggest the zoo for a first date. Echidnas are endangered you know. Folk hunt them for food in New Guinea; can you believe that? Sighing, Can...
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Elcome to my personal online gallery space, a place where I can share some of my photographs with family and friends. All the pictures shown were taken by me, using a variety of equipment, from mobile phones through to DSLRs and are included simply because I like them. Comments are disabled on the site due to the volume of spam this attracts. If you want to contact me, it’s quite easy to figure out how.
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TEMPLATE ERROR: Invalid data reference post.snippet: No dictionary named: ' in: ['blog', 'skin', 'view']. Website of fiction writer Simon John Cox. The Difficult First Novel. 100WC - Zoom Out. Image © Santoshwriter. A perfect globe, precious and fragile. The only one of its kind. Zoom out: crooked trees with leaves like wax, grasses little more than wires clinging to the ground. Zoom out: a rash of tin roofs overtaken by sand, only dust moving now in empty veins. Click here if you'd like to take part.
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SHOOT-EDIT-CREATE | A Look at the Creative Adventures of Simon Edwards
A Look at the Creative Adventures of Simon Edwards. A Day At Kew. I won’t beat about the bush I received some disappointing news yesterday, not totally unexpected, but disappointing none the less. Last year I attended an event called the Do Lectures. And ended up make a little film about the event, titled unsurprisingly the Do Documentary. One thing in particular that I have realized is that my expectations. So when Alex at Do told me yesterday that they (as I had anticipated to be honest), had someone e...
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Read about the first year of my game design course. Wednesday, 5 June 2013. All my posts are on my other blog! If you haven't noticed my new posts over there, click on the above link. If you want to follow the new blog click here. Posted by Simon Gilbert. Tuesday, 12 March 2013. I started a new blog over at my year 2 game dev course. One of the last posts on there is a recap of our year 2 game project so far. If you want to see what me and the team have been up to this post will get you up to speed.
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