Comments on: ILLUMINATIONS: The Friday Flash Fiction Anthology

By: Maxwell

Maxwell — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 10:24:35 +0000

They were like flies. Far away. Couldn’t be flies.
Another flash.
We wake up; our whiskies are on fire. We place our hands over them and drink up.
The rest of the building crumbles around us like a slaughtered oxen.

By: crustypaul

crustypaul — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 12:56:13 +0000

I never thought i’d see the ghastly day that i was forced to be impressed by anything you did but much as it fills me with loathing to admit it, done well!
Buggerit, this means i’m going to have become drinking buddies with Lemmy or something now just to top that one

By: Alastair

Alastair — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 11:58:58 +0000

Congrats