Tag: Fiction

• Ebenezer’s Haunting

  “Ha! You’re dead. And I’m not.And that is my final word to you,” said Scrooge. And with that the ghosts of Christmas Past, Christmas Present and Christmas Yet to come and Jacob Marley dissolved themselves invisible. “And that’s that, “ said Scrooge. “I’ve won my peace.” But after that Scrooge couldn’t sleep. His eyelids would […]

  Andrew Whalan

  December 1, 2021

  Flash Fiction

  Christmas, Fiction, Flash Fiction

• Resigned to Staying

  The mobile purred. A sleepy finger reached out and pressed answer. “Thought I’d phone in this week’s postcard from afar.” “Lee, I can barely hear you. You sound like you’re croaking it in a drainpipe.” “Only line in town, boss.” “Only time for one take, even then we’ll barely make the deadline. Gimme a second […]

  Andrew Whalan

  March 31, 2021

  Flash Fiction

  Fiction, flashfiction, short stories, short story

• Hard Knocks

  “Three times, “ she said. “Three?” I muttered to myself. “Three times,” she answered. “Then you’ll know. That’s when you up and leave.” I’d lost track of the number of chances I’d given. Only when things were tapering off towards the end did I start to keep track. Tens, twenties, hundreds. Three would have had […]

  Andrew Whalan

  February 24, 2021

  Stories

  Fiction, flashfiction, short stories, short story

• The Beckoning

  “I don’t know why I’m even telling you this,” she says. To the stranger over the phone. At last it has begun for her. Though of course it is over for me. Her hovering over me in the bedroom. Closing the curtains again and shrouding me in endless twilight. I can see my waxen face […]

  Andrew Whalan

  May 20, 2020

  Fiction, Flash Fiction

  Fiction, flashfiction, short stories, short story

• Window Queen

  My entry in the NYC Midnight Short Story competition…A romantic comedy set in a charitable organisation featuring a window cleaner….

  Andrew Whalan

  April 2, 2018

  Stories

  Fiction, Love, Romantic Comedy, short story

• Write, Rewrite, Then Don’t Rewind : Writing Out Loud #4

  I paid my money didn’t I? I should be able to take my choice then?  No, not when NYC Midnight have their flash fiction competition. One thousand carefully chosen words,  a genre, a scene and an object chosen at random. Forty Eight hours to write it. And on Saturday 15th July, the email arrived. Genre: […]

  Andrew Whalan

  July 31, 2017

  Personal, writing

  art, Education, Fiction, short story, working out loud, writing, Writing Out Loud

• A Folded Butterfly

  Andrew Whalan

  June 15, 2017

  Fiction, Poetry

  butterflly, Fiction, Poetry

• Drenching Human Sheep

  “All rise!” The Court Clerk brayed in a tone of bored authority. The words echoed and then died against the wooden paneling. There was a pause. The door to the left opened. A short bobbing woman entered robed and wigged even though convention didn’t demand it anymore.  The pause followed her and held its breath. […]

  Andrew Whalan

  June 12, 2017

  Fiction, Stories

  Fiction, short story

• The Last Selfie

  The last moments are the scariest, he thought. As he had been told. Apparently you first bob like a cork. Then you are swamped. Then you stretch your arms out to push yourself out of the water. And giving up, your arms and legs climb upward. Then downward. Thus overloaded you sink to the bottom […]

  Andrew Whalan

  April 10, 2017

  Fiction, Stories

  Fiction, Selfie, short stories, short story, Social media

• Baby Crush

  A bald head crowned by a few curls peeks out. Two eyes large and watchful wait and see what I might do. I’m not moving. I stand silent. I’m a daddy statue. Tiny hands cover her eyes. She tries to catch my gaze. No way. I’m having no part of it. Not yet. She opens […]

  Andrew Whalan

  March 28, 2017

  Fiction, Stories

  Child, Childhood, Family, Father, Fiction, Humour, men, Parenting, Relationships, short story, women