Archive for September, 2011

You may know that, aside from being a place for pretty photographs and amazing stories, 330 Words is also part of FlashtagMcr, a collection of five writers (all of whom have appeared on here at some point) dedicated to bringing the written work to the masses. Tonight, we’re launching our very first book; a collection [...]

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Man playing the double bass in the jazz band, I know you’re a good musician, I like what you play, and your instrument is like architectural marvel. The mahogany of its structure is so shiny, if that is the kind of wood it is, and if it isn’t, well the compliment is still there. Your [...]

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The Manchester Blog Awards

Last October, we were gobsmacked after winning the Manchester Blog Awards prize for Best New Blog. It was wonderful. We got a bit teary. So imagine our shock when we learned that we’d been shortlisted for this year’s competition. In October, everyone’s favourite flash-fiction blog is in the running for ‘Best Writing On A Blog’. [...]

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Where is all the jazz? Nashville was so quintessentially country, and Memphis, for all that Beale Street was worth, was most certainly the blues city. I’d always regarded New Orleans as the home of jazz, expecting every bar to swing and dive and bellow out the screech of the sax, the pipe of trumpets and [...]

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Although the Manchester riots were clearly a consequence of the brutal i-snatch squad attacks on the pandemonia or Pet-in established following the Pet Shop Boys concert at the iRena in December i2020, no-one could really blame the riots on the pandemonia or, heaven forbid, blame the Pets (although some attempts were made by gov-e-media outlets). [...]

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There’s a shop just opened on High Street where you can buy wasted time. The owners must have secured a last minute deal for the premises because nothing’s organised and the fixtures and fittings are yellowed, left over from the last tenants who went bust trying to sell sporting memories. A group of us went [...]

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“Welcome, welcome, Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Be dazzled! Be astounded! Slipperfield’s Circus of International Repute presents for your delight and delectation… The Incredible Corrugator!” Whispers flutter around the vast canvas tent and fall into my hearing. The ring plunges into blackness; the moustachioed strongman pulls my trailer in and lowers the ramp. I [...]

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End of term, the beginning of the holiday season, and for the first time in my life, the prospect of a life beyond full-time education. I had finished early, my last assignments handed in weeks before my peers were relieved of their academic duties. Eager to make the most these new circumstances, I’d make a [...]

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The last time I saw him was in tunnel B29, entrance 12. The opening leads to the disused gasworks on the eastern side of town. The speed of our parting didn’t do justice to our friendship. We were in our early twenties when we met. He was forceful, intelligent, handsome. A leader even then. His [...]

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Jennifer’s ears are burning. She can feel the throbbing and the heat coming off her. She bets the red is dead obvious too. Oh, dear God, don’t let anyone see. Jennifer’s ear is burning. Left is for love, right is for spite. She tips her head, pulls her hair forward. Jennifer’s ear is burning. Left [...]

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