Well isn’t this exciting? A little tale of terror (well, me and my mum think so anyway) of mine is up on the Microhorror.com site. If it wins the competition I get free stuff, which is always nice.
The Shortest Flashes Ever Written, or . . . How Short is Short-Short?
Good morning! I stumbled upon this post today whilst drinking my tea and thought you might like to roll your eyeballs upon it.
Here are a few attempts by myself at a tiny story (which have appeared on twitter in moments of ennui):
“Why, Mr Smith,” said Lady Framling at the Royal Opera House, “don’t you look quite the gentleman?” With that she pulled down his pants and ran away.
Jesus watched god as he appeared in a plate of chips and thought, boy look at those pecs.
One father for sale, beyond repair.
There we are! Follow my twitter and you too could receive gems such as these.
Robin Cooper and David Firth, the sweet and dark side of surreal comedy
Two surreal creative forces are popular amongst the groovy kids on the internet (Dig what I’m saying, daddio?). I think they’re both brilliant but be the judges for yourself.
Robert Popper is a writer and producer for TV. On particularly silly days he evokes the character Robin Cooper and writes letters to companies (read book The Timewaster Letters) or makes daft phone calls. What I love about him is his flights of fancy without being mean. If Robin Cooper existed, you’d want to give him a big cuddle and a cup of tea.
Below is one of my favourite clips from his youtube channel (I urge you to visit). Even though Robert Popper has been in the writer’s room for South Park in the past, he still thought it was worth Robin giving them a call:
The flip side of this is David Firth. Not all of his occasionally disturbing animations are strictly comedy, but often surrealness and down-to-earth Northerness collide to make us chuckle. Have a look at episode 2 of one of my favourite characters from his website (and probably the silliest), superhero Burnt Face Man:
*warning, it’s a bit sweary and stuff
Pointless Fiction live
One day I went to the woods and told some silly stories for my youtube channel. the end:
Pointless flash fiction
Apparently some people don’t like short stories because they aren’t novels. I like both, for different reasons. Since I read a collection of short stories years ago called Love of Fat Men by Helen Dunmore (its a lot more intellectual than it sounds, I promise) I’ve loved the idea of a short story being just a snapshot into someone’s life. I still like stories where you go deeper and there’s a full narrative etc, but I always prefer stories which leave you with a “hmm?” kind of feeling.
This is by no means a collection of intelligent, thought provoking miniture stories. These are stupid.
A beetle lived next door to a woodlouse. The woodlouse was playing his music very loudly at 2am and the beetle got very annoyed. He knocked on the door and asked the woodlouse to turn it down. He did, and all was well.
A magic pixie skipped through the forest to Tesco’s where he did his weekly shop. When he got back he realised he had forgotten the milk. He had to go back and was a bit annoyed.
A hare challenged a tortoise to a race. The hare won and the natural order of things remained intact.
A woodlouse lived next door to a beetle. He knocked on the beetle’s door and asked if he could borrow some sugar, which he did and all was well.
A ghost appeared to a family who had just moved in. “Oh no,” they said, “Do you wish us to leave?” “Nah,” it said, “Stick kettle on.”