Creative Writing – Tannille

Flash Fiction: The Candy Wars

Disgruntled Christmas elves decided to franchise — candy stores all year round. Their marketing campaign targeted grandparents. With zero intent

Out on a date with The Muse.“You’re really struggling with this prompt picture, aren’t you?”The Muse smirks as Tannille nods.

Tannille stares at the writing prompt picture, begging The Muse to formulate a story — an itty-bitty story to share

The muse came home after a hard day at work. Her jaw dropped. Burgled! All the colours were stolen from

The Fairy Godmother wandered into the fabric store. The Hollywood gala was an hour away. For slippers’ sake, why do

No one believed Tiffany. She didn’t do it. She never did. Bob, always damn Bob. One slight problem — no

“Don’t point that thing at me.”Tony’s hands flew to his crotch.“Nah, that thing is already too small.”“Let me have a

Tanya waited for Zwarte Piet to come down the chimney. Colouring in her book killed time. Why didn’t he just

Painted by muses. Only the special see the world beyond the mural. Step into the forest if you dare. Most

“Should we?” “It’s tempting. But the last time you threw someone overboard, they couldn’t swim. My ears still ring from

A Long Way From Home… Tannille drew a blank as she wandered through the writing prompt picture of a deserted

Ruins: such mystery, a majestic command of times bygone. Once my home, now rubble. The Romans came. The Romans destroyed.