Looking Up – Written by Laura Maley

Lying on the dirt I looked up and saw shooting stars for the first time. We’d had dinner at the market. Bowls full of noodles, dumplings in a hot broth and the usual plate of peanuts we had honed our chopsticks skills on. We got our bikes and cycled down Airport Road beside the sunflower [...]

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Don’t Go, Billy-o – Written by Dom Conlon

When Billy-o’s daddy came home from the war he said Billy-o don’t you go, no Billy-o don’t you go. That’s all the man wanted to say as he took to his tea and tapped out a ditty on the old tin caddy. But Billy-o wanted to know. He wanted to know why he should not [...]

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330 Words and The Chorlton Arts Festival

This year, 330 Words is honoured to be playing a part in Chorlton Arts Festival. We’ve joined forces with some of Manchester’s best bloggers to bring you The Flash Mob Writing Competition, a short-story competition for those of you with a love for brevity. The competition, which closes on the 29th April, asks you to [...]

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Statue – Written by Guy Garrud

The night air stings, mingling with the burn of standing in absolute stillness. My eyes are closed but, through my golden lids, I can see the growing lightness of the dawn. I am a statue. “This is humiliating,” I said. “I know,” he replied, “but if it works it’ll go down in history.” “Can’t we [...]

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Fine – Written by Tom Mason

Leonie could travel through time. Accompanied with only a rucksack and a spare pair of socks, she had been flirting with time for years, whimsically skipping across decades to suit whatever curiosity struck her at any particular moment. She wasn’t careless though and throughout her travels, she had just one rule. Never interfere. *Edinburgh, 2008.* [...]

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White Rabbits – Written by Sarah-Clare Conlon

Alice hooted as the hammer splintered down. The going-going-gone refrain repeated in her ears as the lot was removed from the gawping eyes and gaping mouths of public consumption. It had been a frantic bidding session and the air was sharp with a hushed electric hum and the high pitchiness of sweat. But this was [...]

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A Station Passed – Written by Koen ter Horst

The weather resembles his life perfectly: everything is vague, misty, unsure. The steam coming of his hot cup of coffee is really visible today. Standing on the platform he waits impatiently for the train to arrive. This train is going to bring him to his university. There, a whole new world of awkwardness will await [...]

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