Flash Fiction Project: Tube Flash with Joanna Sterling

As I begin my MA in Creative Writing I am going to try harder than ever to read and write something everyday for the term. I cannot promise that all of these pieces will make it onto my blog but I can certainly try. For this week I am focusing on Flash Fiction mainly because I suppose you could say it is my most recent success.

I won a spot in a Flash Fiction project called Tube Flash: http://www.thecasket.co.uk/tube-flash/

The creator’s name is Joanna Sterling, a kind, creative and eccentric character. The idea was to merge the map of the London Underground with her beautiful collection of brooches. Sounds mad, perhaps it is! But I loved the idea that when you decided to make a submission you could either pick a brooch, or your Tube station (depending what grabs you most) and then make a story based on either/or. I was attracted to a gorgeous brooch with just the head of a rooster. I was born in 1993, which according to the Chinese New Year meant I was born in the year of the rooster. I felt it fitted well. The station my brooch was paired to was Cockfosters, even more fitting I thought!


Laughing, I told myself “Without a doubt my story is going to have to be linked to chickens in some way.” And having started a dissertation in Fairy Tales and Myths, it seemed only right that I find something to revamp! The Greek tale of the Cockatrice became my inspiration.

By the end I wouldn’t have minded if Joanna picked me for her project or not. She had given me two related stimulus and I had been inspired to write. But as it went, I won a spot on her map after all!

So for todays piece, I want to share with you my take on the legend of the Cockatrice. To view it, please go to Joanna’s website http://www.thecasket.co.uk/tube-flash-map/ and click on Cockfosters: the most Northern stop on the Piccadilly Line.

Tune in tomorrow for more Flash Fiction.


Funeral Poem


You came to me today,
I’ve been waiting far too long,
Weeks ago you left me now,
Left me crying all night long.

You no longer show compassion,
Or the love burning in your soul,
Your flame of life put out,
You seem, no longer, whole.

My dear, why did you leave me?
I’ve been waiting far too long,
Months have passed since then,
Since the time when you were strong.

Do you not want me anymore?
Was it my own fault?
I never wanted to leave you there,
alone, in that cold, dead, vault.

You promised me you’d never go,
I’ve been waiting far too long,
A lifetime since I saw your face,
Without you, I don’t belong.

You sit high on the mantle,
Your name inscribed with gold,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
A casket is nothing to behold.