Short Stories – Rebecca E Brown

One of the greatest traditions my mother ever passed on to me is that of the ‘Sticky Bun Moment’, the

The first time I really met the Queen, she was in her bedroom. I must have been around 8, perhaps,

Before we go too far, a warning. In the words of Baz Luhrmann, ‘[nostalgia] is a way of fishing the

It’s around 1983, maybe 1984, and my goodness, my arms ache. I have been practicing my very first starring role

I’m huffing up the stairs, socks straggling and escaping from the jumble in my arms. Every two steps one piece

Today was a landmark day. Today, I finally returned to the lowest weight that I have recorded, the weight I

I’m huffing up the stairs, socks straggling and escaping from the jumble in my arms. Every two steps one piece

A bit of flash fiction today. Not entirely fictional…! 8pm. Great, baby asleep in good time. Should really go to

A short story for today’s post. Ever noticed how those kids’ rides that are supposed to look like smiley dolphins

I love the idea of chapbooks. Those small, cheap pamphlet-type books that are produced purely because the writer just wanted

The woman tried to move her feet. However much she wriggled and jiggled her legs, they wouldn’t free. She stood

My 3 year old started nursery yesterday – I mean, proper nursery, in a school. And instead of going for

Recently I won a draw on Bah! To Cancer’s blog for a signed copy of a book of short stories

This week’s #Fridayflash comes from a story I did at sixminutestory.com, but I’ve expanded it a little. You can read

The phone rang for the hundredth time. I sighed, put down the iron, and answered the call. “Good afternoon!” a

In honour of my grandma-in-law, who turned 80 yesterday. “Champagne and fireworks,” said Dot, not looking away from Deal or

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