Lynne Clark

A sad little poem. I've been here many times in my youth. Trust me, he murmurs, her ear a pink shell curved to receive his bounty, the...

"Elliot slid his fingers over the ribbed cuff of the hoodie. No catches, no frayed edge. He raised his arm to his nose, enjoying the he

I have a poem for you today. Earlier this year, I took part in an online competition to write flash fiction, or a short poem, from this...

Your short story for Thursday... It was the custard tart's fault. The Improved Portable Steam Oven Company™ had picked Barton, Caz and me...

This is the second flash fiction piece originally published by Ether, now here for your enjoyment. It’s depressing, being a ghost with a...

I have had two pieces of flash fiction published, but sadly Ether Books, the publisher has now closed down, so these stories aren't...