March 2019 sees the first birthday of Flash Fiction Armagh. It’s been quite the year for us. Flash Fiction has been a delightful project and we wanted to somehow pay our writers for the stories they read at our events.
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
I’m recycling this picture from last year mainly because it’s one of my favourite photos of Armagh and also because it’s probably the only snow we’re going to see in Armagh this Christmas and that’s fine with me because Christmas
I hear it all around me. There’s a fizzle in the air, people calling greetings, reunion hugs, first meeting handshakes and mutual shoulder clapping for those readers expressing how nervous they are. A new to Flash Fiction Armagh person arrives
I seriously cannot believe my good fortune – there’s just so much going on in the literary scene in Armagh that I find myself swinging from one event to the next! Last Friday night, I was proud to be included
Alternative title – Rain on a Cold Tin Roof and The Silence of the Lamb The Armagh Cider Company proved to be excellent hosts as we kicked off the Armagh Food and Cider Festival 2018 with our flash fiction event.
As I stood up to speak at the John O Connor Writing School and Literary Arts Festival Programme Launch, I had a wee moment…one of those quick stock-takes I do on the hop from time to time. It led me
An outstanding response to our call for submissions gave us some difficulty making our final selection. We are delighted to present the following writers at Flash Fiction in the Orchard, as part of the Armagh Food and Cider Festival, on
My brain whirls with such a kaleidoscope of thoughts and ideas that I hardly know where to begin. The theme of the John Hewitt International Summer School this year is “Facing change: shifting borders and allegiances.” As I sit in