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Hello!  Thanks for stopping by!  Fiction Can Be Fun is a writing project run by David (@breakerofthings) and Debs (@debsdespatches).

We started the blog because we wanted to practice writing stories, and to talk about what writing (and reading) means to us.  Over the last few years we’ve showcased a number of short stories of different lengths, genres, voices, and you can find these via the Index.

We run a monthly prompt for #FlashFiction (used here in both senses: a short story that can be read quickly, and one that is written within a short period of time).  We like to go with quirky prompts (again, have a look at the Index!), and we mix in a few photo-prompts together with one of our USPs, the Gutenberg Prompt – have a look out for these.  We’d love to get more people involved with these, so do spread the word.

We post every Sunday, following a regular schedule.  Our schedule revamp for 2021 is the addition of an #IndieSpotlight feature as part of the options for the 3rd and 4th Sundays. We’ll continue presenting our stories, and one of our other USPs, #SecondThoughts, but we’ll be adding some features on the items on our Resources page, together with a new series of articles written by guests on how their chosen genre is entwined with their normal life.

If you’d like to find out more/get involved, please do take a look at the About page.  Or you can send us a message via the Contact page, or our Twitter handles (above).

Our (revised) regular schedule

1st Sunday #FF Prompt – submission deadline the next Sunday @ 8 am GMT
(or use our #TortoiseFlashFiction page if the deadline is too tight)

2nd Sunday #FF stories

3rd and 4th Sundays

Either:

A #SecondThoughts piece.

Or:

A focus on a Resource for writers (or readers), or something else of writerly interest.

Or:

An #IndieSpotlight piece, where we feature the work of an indie author via a book review, by hosting a part of their pre- or post- publishing publicity – for example a cover reveal, or… well, this is a new feature, so we’re open to options.

Or:

Occasionally a short story from one or another of us.

Exactly what turns up will depend on what we’ve been doing, and what is going on in the wider world.

5th Sunday On the occasion when these occur, we’ll be posting our guests’ musings on the intersections between their life and their chosen genre. (Do get in touch if you’re interested in writing one yourself).  The post that kicked it all off is here.

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#A2Z Challenge: O for Oscar

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


Ansgar Blecher still heard from Oscar Holderer from time-to-time, and each time was impressed by the young man’s lack of envy at the rapid rise in status and fame of von Braun. In Ansgar’s opinion, Oscar was at least von Braun’s equal in ability and knowledge, but von Braun had the pzazz and the brash confidence which his American bosses seemed to like.

Hearing tales of the standard of living enjoyed in America, Ansgar was occasionally tempted to move himself. But he felt more at home… no, that wasn’t entirely true, he felt safer here, knowing some of his kind were close by, so he said “thank you, but no” each time he was approached.


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey

#A2Z Challenge: N for November

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


The courtier made the quietest of polite coughs, the barest minimum to attract his queen’s attention to the supplicant lurking in the doorway.

“Approach.”  The fae wore the cloak of a senior boundary warden.  He’d been coached in the etiquette required of the Court, but clearly, he had no previous experience.  His bow was seven 16ths of an inch too high.  It was touch and go whether he’d be forgiven, the courtier thought.  Perhaps he would be lucky. 

“My liege, I bring tidings from the Edge.”

“Proceed.”

“There was a disturbance.  We sent word at the time, but we have been investigating further.”

“An incursion?”

“No, my liege. We investigated the residuum.  We believe an exile broke into Between, which created ripples in the quantum interface.”

“An exile?”

“Yes , my liege.  There are certain indications to suggest it was the Warlord, my liege.”

“Oh, my Cledwyn.” The warden, unused to his queen’s moods thought her bored with the news; the courtier marvelled at unheard of emotion in her voice. “And?”

“My liege?”

“What further news do you have for me?”

“Well my liege, we -”

“Spare me the tawdry details of your actions.  Tell me what you have learned.”

“The ephemerals have emerged from a period of war, my liege, and the Warlord appears to be involved in some way.”

“You mean he caused the war?” She frowned.  The courtier caught his breath.  This could be viewed as a problem with Cadwallader’s parole.  A terminal problem.

“Oh no my liege! As far as we can determine, the Warlord is only working with The Runward and under his direction. But we did intercept a message that he was trying to send to a colleague.  A date in November.”

“What is November? Wait I just remembered. I don’t care. You may go.”  The warden retreated to safety, in the approved fashion. The queen turned to the courtier.  “Promote him.  Ensure he knows the protocols in the future and that he knows that his ears are forfeit if he fails to learn to bow properly.  Oh, and send for the Hunters.  I have work for them.”


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey

#A2Z Challenge: M for Mike

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


My dearest Michaela,

I have given further thought to policy as regards to the unsanctioned Warren that you have set up.  Many of my advisors have been critical of your actions, but I have tempered this with the involvement of Jack Runward, who has been an ally of the dvergar for some considerable time.  I have also been giving further thought to the issues raised by the recent disturbances around the world.  There are still places that we may live in peace, but the world is much smaller place than it was.  In reviewing policy, I have taken steps to ensure that there will be no more dispossessed, and therefore no further need for your work with the orphaned.  However, too many of our people have turned inwards.  I feel that your Warren still has a purpose to serve and will give opportunity for some to have what I believe I have heard called a wanderjahr.  Formal communications in preparation.

G.


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey

#A2Z Challenge: L for Lima

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


The artefact Aubrey had sent to Jack from Lima was still proving to be quite the puzzle. Despite managing to establish what it was in terms of structure and composition, Michaela was no nearer to working out why it was important to the Ahnernerbe.

She knew, of course, that Himmler had been driven determined to prove the Aryan race were not just the chosen race, but akin to godlike, yet the precise significance of this piece still eluded them. Tink had come up with all kinds of tales in his research, each seemingly more bizarre than the one before.

The one about Atlantis had always caused Jack much amusement, especially when they’d heard the Ahnernerbe had sent Bruno Vega to Tibet in an attempt to prove that one!

It had been one of Echo’s more pleasing red herrings.


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey

#A2Z Challenge: K for Kilo

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


Her face hot & flushed, Juliet grumbled to herself.

Hildr was concentrating on getting the forge ready and had tasked Juliet with measuring out small and most precise amounts for a complex compound. Juliet hated this type of work – fiddly in the worst of ways, requiring precision & attention to detail – while completely lacking in flair. Realising this was probably precisely why it formed such a regular part of her training programme simply made Juliet grumble all the more.

Worse, it was a lovely Spring day – the sun was shining and she wanted to be outdoors. She never minded being indoors when she was smithing, but this type of work was unremittingly dull.

What had added insult to injury, was her discovery over half-way through that, for some reason, Hildr had written out the measurements in metric, despite normal forge practice being to work in imperial measures. Talk about adding an extra level of complexity!

Having had to re-do the whole process she’d complained , of course, but had wisely waited Agnarr ‘s arrival, being a little afraid of Hildr – only for Agnarr to explain that as she’d been making such good progress, they’d needed to add a new level of complexity to stretch her.

She supposed it was a sort of compliment. But she was still hot…if a little less bothered.


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey

#A2Z Challenge: J for Juliet

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


My Dear Michaela,

I am sending this via Billy as things have began to move apace, and I fear that I cannot trust the postal service.

Do not give the books to Juliet straight away – you may wish to take the time to read them yourself first.

Begin with the meditative exercises attached.  These will prevent anymore accidents.  From experience, it is unlikely that Juliet has come into her full power, so I have also provided a simple test that you can try periodically, perhaps two or three times a year, not oftener.

The game is afoot!

In haste,

Tink


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey

#A2ZChallenge: Rest Day 2

This year, we’re actively taking part in the challenge that is blogging from A to Z. If you are a visitor to this blog that hasn’t come across the challenge before, you might want to take a look at their homepage. Fundamentally though, the aim is to get through April, one day at a time, with a post for each letter of the alphabet…simples. Sundays are rest days, but to keep the focus on the challenge, we’ve suspended our normal schedule for the duration and will be back with our regular features in May.

In the meantime, perhaps you’d like to catch up with the challenge so far?

A for Alpha

B for Bravo

C for Charlie

D for Delta

E for Echo

F for Foxtrot

G for Golf

H for Hotel

I for India

#A2Z Challenge: I for India

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


“You’re a good lad Bob”.

Isaac spoke through the haze of one too many pints. It had been a while since he’d supped so many, but Bob were a lad from the old days back home. He’d gone and got hisself wed to a London lass just before the war, and they’d lost touch for a bit.

Then he’d bumped into him while running an errand for Lady Michaela. Seems his regiment had been sent out east. India for the most part, where he’d only gone and caught the malaria. Turned out to be quite the stroke of luck, as it’d kept him off the boat to Singapore.

Recalling that Bob had been dead handy when they were young lads, and as he seemed to be keeping hisself fit, Isaac wondered if p’haps there might be something for him with Billy’s mob. He knew enough to say nothing, but he’d mention it to Billy dreckly.


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey

#A2ZChallenge: H for Hotel

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


The restless feeling that had consumed Isaac, the feeling that he was ossifying, or putting down the wrong kind of roots in London, was well and truly gone.  In fact, he’d barely had time to process what had happened that night in the docks.  He’d barely finished paying his respects to the late Frank Fields, a comrade in arms even though they’d never met, when he’d been given a packet of documents, a train ticket and sent to make a delivery to Angelsey.  Then it had been Zeal Monachorum in Devon, and all over the bloomin’ country. He’d considered himself lucky when there was an opportunity to spend a night in a hotel, even if the places he stayed were on a par with his old, slightly seedy digs.  Three weeks of this – how much more?  Still it kept him busy.  Tomorrow he was heading to Theydon Bois.


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey

#A2Z Challenge: G for Golf

During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.


“A man can’t even enjoy a quiet pint in the pub!” Muttering as he made tea, Tink settled into his favourite armchair, musing how much he missed idle sporting chatter. Answering the phone’s ring cautiously, he relaxed on hearing unmistakably rounded vowels.

“Evening Mike bach, all well with you?”

“Oh quite so, thank you Tinkerbell. I’m managing to keep myself busy.”

“Sit down with a cuppa then and let me tell you about the magnificent game of golf being played by your countryman at the Open.”

Michaela laughed, but settled down as bid – two unlikely friends, united in missing Jack.


© 2021, David Jesson & Debra Carey