Well hello there,…. One Word One Story is coming back in February after a nearly 3 year absence! New stories, new words, new opportunities to share your own! Will be updating you all soon,…
Keen eyed readers may have noted that I’ve been away for a couple of weeks. There is both good and unwelcome news behind this.
First up, my wife and I have finally been able to announce that we are expecting our first child (yay!). Sadly, my wife has been unwell and it has thrown both of our routines into something of a tailspin as we try and ensure the wellbeing of our future little one.
I’ll update you all on “things” in the new year.
For now, have a wonderful Christmas and a very happy new year!
I’m not just about 100 word short stories – I also craft Customisable, Personalised and illustrated Christmas Stories for Children,.. find out more:
Greetings and salutations!
The nights are drawing in and there’s a very real danger of Wham! being heard on the radio once again,… yep, Christmas is coming!
First up is A House Mouse at Christmas!
A limited edition, handmade children’s tale, House Mouse is also personalised and customised for whomever reads it. Once ordered you’ll be sent a personalisation form. Return it to me and the book will be adapted so that your son, daughter, niece, nephew or partner becomes the hero of the book – along with their friends and pets!
For a snippet to whet your appetite, listen to an example of the first chapter by clicking here.
Christmas Tails and The Santa Beneath The Ice
“Christmas Tails” is my feature-length Christmas Story Collection: 4…
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Hattie held the leaf high, watching as the blackened surface melted and crumbled, the wind snapping the stem and sending the remains twisting to oblivion. Her eyes focused beyond it: to the greenhouse stretching high above, its precious cargo of rare species now writhing beneath a sea of tiny black beetles. Hattie remembered the first watering of each plant trapped inside: her tears gave final succour to the earth below.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Sandis Helvigs via Unsplash.
A bit of a departure, here – I came across this https://only100words.xyz/2016/11/24/three-line-tales-week-forty-three/ on my travels and it sparked my imagination. Do visit Sonya’s blog – there’s plenty to enjoy!
A 100 word short story,… created and spoken LIVE on video from a word you supply?! Would I be so daft?
Yes I would.
Join me tomorrow (Tuesday 22nd of November) over at https://www.facebook.com/owosexperiment/ as I attempt to write 5 new short stories LIVE on video, without preparation. You supply the words and you ask the questions!
Can I do it? There’s only one way to find out,…..
The Facebook Live feed begins at 2.30PM GMT/ 9.30am EST. Be there or be,… rhomboid 😉
Isaac looked down at his sleeping daughter, his fingers stroking gently at the edge of her crib. A shard of moonlight bathed the child and, in the quiet serenity of the nursery, Isaac couldn’t imagine any sight more beautiful.
“I,…” He swallowed the words down. He knew she couldn’t hear him but the pain was too raw. “One day you’ll understand”
“You must wake her.”
His wife was rushing, their suitcases clutched tight in her hands.
“Isaac! We don’t have time!”
Angry shouts and breaking glass split the air. Isaac’s daughter smiled, dreaming.
“Give me this one moment,… please.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Jilbert Ebrahimi via Unsplash.
Though it seems we already have.
Tomorrow brings my 100th story! What will it be? Visit tomorrow morning to find out!
“Hey, Gramps! This ain’t your skate park, bro!”
The old man brushed his jacket sleeves and sat. He smiled as the gang slowly circled around him.
“This ain’t no tea shop, old timer” the largest boy snarled. “Can you hear me?!”
The boy reached out to flick the stereo off but the old man raised his palm. His head was nodding to the beat.
Fingers padded at the keys of a trumpet. The gang shifted on their heels as the old man lifted the instrument to his lips.
A knife gleamed.
A knife fell.
The party lasted all night.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Matteo Paganelli.
Today’s story title was suggested by the wonderful Ian Sutherland, author of the bestselling thriller Invasion of Privacy. You can follow him on Twitter @ Thanks Ian!
As ever, if you’ve a title idea, pop it in the comments to this story or tweet it to me @.
See you tomorrow for “Election”!
“All the chicks are, like, “Whoa! Is that really,….?!””
“And I bet you’re all “Yeah, baby – It’s me!””
Their chirping laughs rang loud around the curved walls.
“I’m telling you; if you have the right bling they’ll let you do anything.”
Legs bent and muscles stretched. The cool morning air shook with squawking jeers.
“Just gotta show them what you got. And remember the breath mints.”
A young girl pressed her face to the bars. “Hey Mommy, look at the pwetty birdies!”
“They’re Peacocks, dear,” her Mother replied, watching on.
She whispered beneath her breath.
“Emphasis on Cock. Small C.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Anthony Delanoix via Unsplash.
Well, would you look at that: it’s election day in the US of A! I’m a Brit so I couldn’t possibly comment. It’s important to get out and vote, though: you can never complain about the result if you didn’t take your stand and be counted.
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