At first, it seems a bleak theme – Lost Childhood – but it brought in a record number of entries for the Flash Fiction Armagh at the AE Festival event happening on 1st April 2023 in Aonach Mhacha. These spellbinding
Between one thing and another, (Covid and industrial action to be specific) I didn’t manage to attend any Flash Fiction Armagh events in 2022 at all. When my wonderful co-host, co-organiser, co-founded of FFA and friend Réamonn got a wonderful
Such wonderful stories made it tough to pick only ten for the event, but we managed it, and I know you’ll love the selection. It is always a privilege to read the submissions, and humbling too.
We are delighted to present the following writers at Flash Fiction at Long Meadow Cider Company on 8th September 2022 at 7 pm.
It’s that time of year again – Apple blossoms in Armagh and that means submissions are open for the Flash Fiction Armagh event at the Armagh Food and Cider Festival in September! This year it’s Flash Fiction at Long Meadow
In keeping with the theme of Flash Fiction Saturday Night at the Museum, I’ve included a photo of a very random ‘Street Stranger’. I met this rooster walking down the street during the week. What made it more bizarre is
There have been so many challenges during the pandemic that a lack of literary events seems to be very low down on the list of priorities. Still, when the Armagh City, Banbridge and Criagavon Borough Council (ACBC council – the
I’m finding it hard to believe it’s happening, really happening; that we’ll be gathering in person to hear wonderful stories read aloud in front of a mic (note to self: antiseptic wipes!) at the Flash Fiction in the Orchard. A
This time two years ago Flash Fiction Armagh was a germinating seed. We began with no cash behind us at all, but we made up for that in goodwill and community spirit. We started charging £5 at the door, our
I like to keep things physical – no Facebook, Twitter, YouTube or Instagram – so it’s strange even to me that I’m guest-blogging for Byddi Lee. Let me tell you how this came about. It started, as so many writerly
His gaze is a little unsettling. Stern and aloof, he stares unflinchingly with glittering hungry eyes. It’s a gaze that follows me and did back when I was a child visiting the Armagh County Museum. I wonder what he makes