"The sting of his leaving has almost scabbed over now, crusted layers of hurt sloughing from shiny pink skin underneath."
This fractured CNF in @templeinacity.bsky.social by @cake-girl.bsky.social is raw, tender, skilful 🧡🧡🧡
Thank you Sumitra, for reading and sharing 🥹🌸💗
"Sometimes, Trista likes to say last year, when I was seven, my father ran away with the circus...she knows it sounds like he’s a performer, not just the person who travels ahead of the circus, putting up posters in shop windows"
A heartbreaking CNF by @cake-girl.bsky.social
Oh, thank you Madeleine for reading and sharing 🥹💗
Wow, this is extraordinary! Such perfect pacing as it hurtles towards the ending x
In an unexpected turn of events, I’ve been hearing a lot about werewolves this week. This piece makes my skin tingle for fur.
omg such a beautiful project! 🥹💗
Fabulous piece by @cake-girl.bsky.social ❤️ Have a read.
Thank you June, for reading and sharing 🌸💗
"The sting of his leaving has almost scabbed over now, crusted layers of hurt sloughing from shiny pink skin underneath"
Oof - love the way @cake-girl.bsky.social embraces such temporal fracturing in this wonderful CNF; the patchwork effect building through time in such a clever way
Thank you Matt, for reading and sharing 🥰
Deeply wonderful CNF by @cake-girl.bsky.social
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‘The first woman hurried inside alone, head down, heels rat-a-tatting. Edith’s fingers twitched on the paperback, but she stilled, knowing she wasn’t needed yet’ - gosh, such a strong build in this haunting flash by @madeleinewrite.bsky.social
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This one was drafted in a Write Beyond The Lightbulb course - always such a joy to receive thoughtful editorial suggestions from the utterly fab @mattkendrick.bsky.social!
"She enjoys the bald harshness of this statement, the discomfort it causes, the clumsy grasping for a suitable response."
Read @cake-girl.bsky.social in @templeinacity.bsky.social
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Thank you Lori, for reading & sharing 🥹
So grateful my creative nonfiction flash has found a gentle home in @templeinacity.bsky.social - this is a piece I’ve wanted to write for the longest time 💗
So much love in this exquisite piece 🥹😭 biggest hugs to you & your daughter x
New parenting CNF today in @templeinacity.bsky.social - the day my kid said "M's mum told her we can't have a playdate because I have anger issues." I know you will go towards love, and away from ignorance. Please read. Please also hug my kid (&me). 🧡🙏🏾
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Such brilliant micros - congratulations @gilloshaughnessy.bsky.social and J.M.C. Kane, winners of the @welkinprize.bsky.social people’s prize 🤩
‘…peach to dark magenta, in seconds, engulfing the sky, almost purple, almost beautiful—before the black took not just the sky, but everything.’ Stunning writing in this micro by Yara Zgheib - a single moment that reverberates across the human experience. First place in @welkinprize.bsky.social!
‘The bus smelled like metal and goodbyes. / Everyone said leaving was brave, but bravery felt like forgetting slowly’ 🥺 love how this gorgeous micro by Muntasir Salman swells with emotion as it builds towards the final line. Second place in @welkinprize.bsky.social 🤩
‘Because ojha exorcise, poke her with hot needle, but Gopa-Devi quiet, no cry. Because no one should look at her’ - such a chilling micro with so much simmering beneath the surface. Congrats @anibanerjee.bsky.social on third place in @welkinprize.bsky.social!
Yes! Or sometimes it’s a weird title 🤷🏻♀️
‘I joked with my friends that Tom the Cat didn’t like Tom the Man, that jealousy made Tom the Cat friendlier, that Tom the Man slept with one eye open’ 🐈 there is so much to love in this breezy micro, skillfully crafted by @emilyrinkema.bsky.social.
And am also thinking about how this structure might work in a poem!
Such a clever structure in this micro by @authorgreene.bsky.social 🤩 highly commended in @welkinprize.bsky.social.
‘then maybe we’d believe you were only messing around when you offered that city boy your arm, exposed the gentle veins that ran beneath your skin like rivers under cloud’ 🥺 such deep regret and sorrow in this perfect single-sentence micro by @gilloshaughnessy.bsky.social.
‘Someone admitted a fear they had never named aloud. Someone else listened without offering comfort, which felt kinder.’ So much rippling beneath the surface of this incredible micro by Bill Nwonwu in @welkinprize.bsky.social.
Oh, wow, @cake-girl.bsky.social ! This piece is amazing. I love the structure and the carefully chosen details. Just beautiful.
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