Week 6: Small is Beautiful / Micro Fiction


This week we are turning our attention to micro fiction. Whether it’s flash, just short or macroscopically micro we are interested in what makes good short fiction great.

There is much flash fiction about. David Gaffney has made a bit of a name for himself with the form and much of his subject matter makes a good match for our investigation in to theories of Everyday Life. Here is what he has to say about how to write it:


here’s where you can read two of his flash fictions from his Book Sawn Off Tales via Amazon’s Look Inside option  Your Name In Weetos and the Lost Language of Hairgrips. [more coming in printed form via hand outs in class]

And here’s somewhere to read more flash fiction and another short by David Gaffney Happy Places


He also performs words with a fellow writer – short fiction is growing a broader audience through quirky, imaginative performance presentations.

I also thought i’d throw in this link from MJ Hyland. A Guardian How To Write Fiction missive with a more general fiction writer in mind but nevertheless with some great tips and advice.



3 thoughts on “Week 6: Small is Beautiful / Micro Fiction

  1. Hiya, It’s Rachel here! Just thought I would share some of my favorite work. Here’s my attempt at Micro fiction…

    Micro fiction
    Open your eyes. You will see
    That’s mine, or it was earlier
    See you later (three years later)

    And Here’s my flash fiction peice…

    Laura liked making things. She made shapes and people out of tin foil and toilet rolls. She collected Olympic coins and was three away from having a complete collection. She liked to go on long drives with her dad to nowhere. Her brother teased her about the boyish clothes she used to wear and how she liked to have her hair in a bun. Her swimming instructor commented on how she had improved the last few months and that soon she would be ready to move to the deep end. Such a promising life.
    Now the foil lays cold and brittle in the kitchen draw while her people and shapes are manhandled by intruders. Questions. Why?, When?, Where? Who?. They were only taken and misplaced somewhere but they call it evidence. Her coin collection is saved and although unfinished, is displayed in a picture frame above the dining room table. The smudges on the fogged car window are another reminder. Her brother no longer teases her but instead he taunts himself. Her goggles and nose clip now rest forever in the draw next to her bed. Forethought is a wonderful thing.

    They still need some work … but it’s a good start!

  2. Hello, Megan Herdson here from Creative Writing, here is my attempt at Flash Fiction which I wanted to share with you all:

    He’s a Cheater

    He must have been about 20 years old.
    He was doing a book full of quizzes. Sudoku’s. Crosswords.
    I watched him, every five minutes or so and every time I looked he was checking the answers in the back of the book. Then, with a smug grin on his face, he would write in the answer he had just looked up. He would try for a little bit, try to come up with an answer but always resorted to the last few pages before ever writing it in – maybe he knew it all along, maybe he needed reassurance or maybe he was just a cheater.
    A girl joined our table when we pulled into Peterborough. She kissed him and they cheated in the book together for another half an hour or so. It didn’t seem like much fun to me – not if you’re going to cheat.

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