Narrelle M Harris: writer | editor | songwriter | crafter
Words are like oxygen
Each week I’ll ask my Twitter followers for a word, phrase, image or character as prompts for flash fiction. I’ll select a few and write a quick short fic! If you want to take part, follow me on Twitter and look out for the hashtag #FlashFictionFriday. This week’s prompts are from Twitter users @azriona1912, @avawtsn (who prompted a Sherlockian story) […]
» Read moreI’ve missed writing short fic to prompts (as I did for this lockdown fiction series) so I asked my Twitter followers to provide some prompts and I’d write a story! That was so much fun I think I’ll make it a weekly even. If you want to play, follow me on Twitter and look out for the prompt requests! Prompts […]
» Read moreAlready I have several stories and some more music planned for this year. Here’s a little look at some upcoming projects! Who Sleuthed It? (pre-order for March release) The She-Wolf of Baker Street (currently on Patreon) The Only One in the World (coming soon) Root and Branch (coming soon) More songs from the Duo Ex Machina song project Who Sleuthed It? Due for […]
» Read moreI’m back at the Improbable Press fiction prompt coalface, last week urged on by the words ‘A broken instrument’, ‘single’ and some pictures. The broken instrument made me think of how PG Wodehouse is always quoting Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s The Idylls of the King about ‘the rift within the lute’. And so, here we are. Pop over to Improbable Press […]
» Read moreImprobable Press’s latest prompt included bees, and then I thought of that old tradition that the bees must be told when their keeper dies. And then I thought of Sherlock Holmes being away during WWI as a spy. And then I thought of John Watson. And then I thought of this. The Dancing Bees It is spring and we bees […]
» Read moreThis week’s prompt from Improbable Press made me think of Australian poet, Adam Lindsay Gordon, and how I’ve often wished there had been somebody to rescue him. Gordon’s poems are generally much more glum than his most famous few lines suggest, but I’m glad he’s known best for the hope than the despair. Stand Like Stone Cal knew it wasn’t […]
» Read moreHere we are again, with a story prompted by the Improbable Press blog. It seems my mind lately is rather fixated on metamorphis. The Only Daughter of Time The sun blazed hot outside but within the colonnade the air was cool and fresh. Outside smelled of hot dust; inside of earthy stone and antiquity. Ruins, partially reconstructed for the delight […]
» Read moreB Cubed Press’s fundraising anthology Oz is Burning has been released, just a little behind its original timing to coincide with the NZ Worldcon! B Cubed commissioned the stories as a response to the devastating bushfires of February 2020 (how long ago that seems now) and a portion of the proceeds will be going to WIRES. Australian and New Zealand […]
» Read moreMy mind is definitely taking a lot of apocalyptic turns when I write to the Improbable Press prompts – but then I try to make them less grim. I’m not too sure which one this story is. Pop over to Improbable Press to read what others have done and to try out your own prompted fiction! Chrysalis Nobody survives Chrysalis. […]
» Read moreAfter a sudden run of work, I’ve finally had time to write some more lockdown fiction to the Improbable Press prompt this week! Bone Deep The ocean floor is made of bones. The earth’s great rocky bones of quartz, mainly, but others too. The calcium of shells and skeletons, the structures of coral and whales and clams and the great […]
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