Goodnight from Felicity Miller, coming to terms with the fact that Hathaway’s Antiques Guide is limited when it comes to cursed objects. Goodnight from the Brighthaven ‘Beer Mile’, where the ale frenzy of a stag party has accidentally summoned certain old gods. Goodnight from Hookland.

Things we'd lick if they were not really really old.

The creature moved with a sound like dry autumn leaves being crunched by a child out for a walk. It moved with the sound of sticks scraping stone, old trees straining against storm. This was the moment he felt what seasoned occultists call ‘summoning regret’. - #CLNolan, Come Sprite, Come

Blinking heck, that’s a massive prize pot. Good luck to those who enter!

I lived in a house with en-suites - so pleased my current house (which I plan to be my last house) and garden are more manageable. Suddenly cleaning the kitchen floor isn’t daunting (This isn’t a humble brag, I hope it doesn’t sound like one. I know I have been financially fortunate in adult life)

There's a brand new issue of Kaleidotrope today! www.kaleidotrope.net

Here are the 2025 @nationalgeographic.bsky.social pictures of the year. The bee isn't in there. AI image evaluators don't seem able to validate the photo so far. So I can't say conclusively that it's AI. But I'd bet money on it. www.nationalgeographic.com/photography/...

I've come to understand Hookland is a place where an aching for the past and the summoning of an imagined future exist cheek by jowl. Everywhere you turn, modernity is undercut by old superstitions, infused with patterns ancient gods might recognise. Time blurs. – #MattAdams, 1981

Goodnight from Fay Crosby, 20 minutes into being trapped in the tower block’s lift before realising her fellow confinee is a ghost. Goodnight from The Red King pub, where a god awful row has broken out on whether wren song or chiffchaff call is best sign of spring. Goodnight from Hookland.

The land is blossom blur. Spring wears its bridal white despite a belly already swollen with coming summer. The feral churches of the county hold marriages for spectral couples. Even myths are mating, creating stories waiting to be born. Our blood chases hope. – #DAKilroy, 1982 #Spring

Turned a corner in Lewis Flea market on Sunday and - yikes (Not pictured: the taxidermied budgerigar, that was even more disturbing)

Hey, FIFA! You need to cancel all World Cup games scheduled to be played in the United States and redistribute those games to be played either in Canada or in Mexico. The US must be sanctioned! #StopTrump

We must not become less of ourselves in the face of annihilation. We must hold to who we are, hold tight to our joys. i came into this world dead, grey and silent. I shall go out of strange, full of love and wondrous curiosity. I shall go a fully-grown changeling with a kiss of intent on my lips.

**gently grabs your face** Listen, the world is full of so many horrors--things out of our direct control. We do what we can, as we can. But there's no magick button labeled Fix This Now. It's important to reach toward joy. Take your meds. Have a snack. Make plans. Laugh. Look at the damn moon.

Pushbike Prize for Flash Fiction A new flash prize and I'm judging! Crannóg Magazine is delighted to announce the inaugural Pushbike Prize for Flash Fiction judged by Nuala O'Connor. €1500 in prizes Subs open May 1st to 21st. www.wordsonthestreet.com/pod.html?fbc...

There’s a reason I try to read everything James writes. Read this! Now!

Look forward to reading your subs!

Don't forget to lock your doors tonight to keep this nightmare from leaving you a 'surprise' #HappyEaster

Thank god it’s almost Christmas.

Happy Easter to those who pay attention to such things.

This is lovely

For the Devil is braided into our culture. He infects our imaginings. Claims a place in language. In Hookland his most common nickname is Old Clip. Under this guise he leers from pub signs, stares lasciviously at congregations from church alcoves. The Devil is everywhere. – Dr. M. Benn

This story is so tender and batty. Finally getting my gnashers into this issue, and it’s fabulous. The artwork takes it up, up, up, to a lofty place. @neitherfishnorfoul.com @jennygaitskell.bsky.social

A masterclass, this. From all angles. @neitherfishnorfoul.com

“Does she make you happy?” he asked. “Of course.” “You don’t seem any happier.” Gorgeous new story from @mbarrettwriter.bsky.social in @pitheadchapel.bsky.social 👨‍🍼 pitheadchapel.com/explaining-t...

⚡Breaking news!⚡ Three more rooms have just become available at the @flashficfestuk.bsky.social in Bristol this summer. Choose from a double bedroom, a bunk bedroom, or 3 singles—perfect for sharing with friends! See our website and booking form for more details! ❤️

‘At the closet, he releases the bits of time into a mason jar, twists the lid back on, and shakes the container…’ Loveliness from David Henson in @neitherfishnorfoul.com 🕚 www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-hens...

‘The third little pig knew she had to move out.’ Love the multiple choice structure to this flash from @sarahoakeskraken32.bsky.social in @neitherfishnorfoul.com 🏠 www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-oake...

‘Shush, she says. Tired.’ What a voice in this flash from @jennygaitskell.bsky.social in @neitherfishnorfoul.com 🐁 www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-gait...

Open for submissions today (April 1st) - science fiction and fantasy short stories www.wyldblood.com

Another triumph for deregulation! By saving a few million in monitoring and enforcement, our governments have landed us with a vast illegal waste dumping problem, new organised crime networks and a clean-up bill that could run to tens of billions. My column. www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...

Renewables capacity now nearly half of global total. Will be over half by end of 2026 Another signal of change coming “The Middle East ​crisis has confirmed dramatically energy security is not something we can have with fossil fuels” say @irena-official.bsky.social www.reuters.com/business/ene...

This whole year has been a joke. So no April 1 today. Just carrying on to March 32.

Sometimes you don't have to search for an answer as to why certain doorways are sealed. Instinctually you know. It's to stop something terrible getting out. When you run your hands across them you can feel invisible lines of warding. Sigils set in the stone. – Vicky Pender #VOH

Children claim it a Wood Sprite bones. None of them will admit to being afraid of it, but in all their frantic bonefire gathering – Pale Eve, Midsummer and Guy Fawkes – they leave it alone. Even in death, Wood Sprites infest their imaginations, Demand terror tithe. – Joanna Vickers #VOH

Fabulous art from @amymarques.bsky.social Fabulous words from so many people. I must remember to ask for their Bluesky names ...

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Goodnight from the all-night spieler at the back of the barbers on Mordant Street, where Bobby Eye is making a parlous deal with the God of Gamblers. Goodnight from Joshua Tailford, increasingly troubled by his act of timber trespass in Thurstone Woods. Goodnight from Hookland.

Sad day yesterday. But today - a lovely friend, cocktails and Banquettes in the Lavatory. My cup spilleth over

FFF Competition Thirty-Three Flash fiction 100 and 300 words 1 Winner £200.00 and publication 2 Highly Commended £100.00 and publication 3 Shortlisted £80.00 and publication Judge: Rosaleen Lynch Closes 23.4 #writingcompetitions #flashfiction Read the rules! freeflashfiction.com/current-comp...