Tag: Maureen Flynn

The Washer Woman’s Favourite by Maureen Flynn (SNEAK PEEK)

The Washer Woman’s Favourite by Maureen Flynn (SNEAK PEEK)

The lovely people who have published my horror short story, The Washer Woman’s Favourite, have posted an excerpt at their website. You can read it following the link below. The anthology came out November 24th if you want a book or an ebook 🙂 via…

First pro short story publication!

First pro short story publication!

I can’t believe how forgetful I am sometimes, and especially when it comes to the poor readers of my blog! Late last year, I submitted a short story to CSFG’s bi-annual anthology and was lucky enough to get into my first ever pro short story…

Flash Fiction: The Hestia

Flash Fiction: The Hestia

This piece was originally published last year as part of IfBook Australia’s Open Changes project, but I thought my blog readers might enjoy reading my brief crime piece here.

The Hestia

My hips wedge against the boat rim. I can taste the roughness of knotted rope at my mouth. Thick braids constrict my hands, feet, waist. With the movement of the boat, I roll into cracked and peeling painted edges.

The Hestia.

I had defined myself by him and me: Paul and grey stone pylons, pebbled sand underfoot, waves crashing, shoreline to shoreline. Back then, I imagined that our love would run free, our feet taking wing. Like Jesus we’d walk on water into sunset, coming out the other side, unscathed…

“Hestia, Hestia,” he said early in.

“Not Hestia. Ruthie, remember?”

Too dark. Too reticent to be flaming Hestia.

He stroked my cheek.“My island worshipping Hestia, darling.” His eyes burn smoke rings on my retinas as he flings liquid all over.“Sacred heart, sacred flame, burn bright for me.”

The boat lulls gentle on cresting tips. He hasn’t shared salt spray or the scaly damp of silver fishies. Rainbows reflect in slick oil.

He drops the match, leaps ashore and pushes the crackling boat into deeper sea.

Blistering skin. Obscured by smoke and flame.

Behind me, the pylons and Paul’s mad shadow. Ahead, the promise of blurry sunset.

Another Interview with Myself

Another Interview with Myself

Not because I’m inherently narcissistic but because my faithful livejournal reader, squint13, was curious and wanted the following questions answered. What’s your writing process like? The short answer is that my writing process is still evolving as I am new to this game and it…

A Quick Interview with Myself!

A Quick Interview with Myself!

I had some questions left over from my Freshly Booked Interview which unfortunately didn’t fit into the (very generous) sixty minute time slot. I have decided to put the five most interesting here in case people are still hungry for more! Who are your favourite…

I’ve been Freshly Booked!

I’ve been Freshly Booked!

Check out my first ever Author Interview with Freshly Booked! Ever wanted to know how Nicola Walker influenced my writing? Or the kinds of stories I wrote as a kid? Or if I’m a pantser or a planner? Tune in for 60mins to find out!

Maureen Flynn on Freshly Booked

Poetry Peek: Books

Poetry Peek: Books

Without further ado, I present to you the first poem in my upcoming poetry collection, My Heart’s Choir Sings. Books The open, sterilized jaws of your flat beckoned, quiet Like the yellowed pages of books That were your long time companions. Their old, musty scent,…

Cover Reveal: My Heart’s Choir Sings

Cover Reveal: My Heart’s Choir Sings

Finally, the time is upon me! My wonderful cover artist, Tegan Ivison, sent me the final cover art for my poetry collection. A eulogy and a verse novella. Grief, guilt, redemption. How do you go on in a world without your other half? Think Ted…