A prize-winning story

22. April 2019 at 18:35 (flash fiction, Posts in English) (, , , , , , )

Last Monday, I got an e-mail with some very exciting news: For the first time ever, one of my stories had won a prize! Throughout my writing career, I have taken part in many competitions, with the unwavering hope of being picked and a judge falling in love with my story… And now my dream has finally come true, in Write NOW’s monthly Postcard Story Contest, as you can read here.

And here’s the story:


The last strand of blond hair fell to the ground. Hannah dragged Emma’s chair around, huffing. She lifted the blindfold.

“How d’you like it, Em?” Hannah’s voice quavered as she met Emma’s gaze in the mirror which also reflected the faces of the onlookers at the back of the room. The girls started to snicker as Emma combed the remnants of her hair with her fingers in disbelief, blinking the tears away.

“I thought you were my friend,” she hissed, getting up to face Hannah. She was almost a foot taller than her hairdresser.

“Relax, Em, it’s just a game.” Hannah held up her hands in defence. “They’ll grow back,” she said and looked at the audience for reassurance. They stayed mute, but their grins spoke volumes.

“Just a game, yes?” Emma grabbed the scissors. “Well, then it’s my turn to play now.”

Hannah shrieked when Emma’s hands closed around her ponytail and the taller girl pushed her up against the mirror. Emma yanked Hannah’s head to the side. Pinning it against the cold glass with one hand, she cut the hair right beneath the pink ribbon with the other. Hannah wailed.

It was only when Emma felt the softness of the brown locks gliding through her fingers that she realised she was no better than her own bullies now.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 7

7. Dezember 2015 at 06:10 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

“And what did they say to you then?” Clara asked, afraid of the answer.
“They said I’m a liar and that I’m stupid and that… and that…” Marlene sniffed back her snot. “That no one wants to be my friend because I lie all the time…” The tears Marlene had stifled the whole day long came gushing out again.
Clara shook her sister slightly. “Marlene, don’t you listen to them! They’re just jealous because they didn’t see the elephant. You know what? We’ll show them who is stupid! Who was the meanest of all the children?”
Marlene looked up at her sister, with big red eyes. “It was Justin. He said I stealed his apple.” She paused for a moment. “What will we do to him?”
“You’ll see on Christmas Eve,” Clara said conspiratorially. And made a wish.

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Clara’s Christmas Wish: Part 5

5. Dezember 2015 at 06:12 (Clara's Christmas Wish) (, , , , , , , , )

This story works like an Advent calendar – until the 24th of December, I will publish a part of this story each day. Please start your reading with Part 1.

“Oooh, a plush elephant! That’s an excellent idea, Marlene. I’m sure Santa can manage to get you one,” Clara replied as Marlene presented her work of art. Clara was relieved – that should be doable with her limited budget.
“No, no, no! It’s not a plush elephant! I want a real elephant!” Marlene cried out in exasperation, stamping her little foot on the carpeted floor.
“You want to see a real elephant in the zoo?” Clara suggested, sitting up straighter.
“Nooo,” her sister whined, “he has to live with us. He can live in the garden and help me climb on trees and he can scare bullies away and he can help me with my homework and…” Marlene gasped for air as tears started streaming down her flushed cheeks.

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