The End of FFF2018

Hello everyone! I hope you’ve enjoyed today’s snow day! Today is the last day of February, and more importantly, the last day of Flash Fiction February 2018. All the prompts have been posted.

Don’t worry if you haven’t written any/sent any flash fictions in yet, though! You’ve got a couple months at least (we know the aim is to write one a day, but we also acknowledge that people are busy).

Well done if you managed all 28, and well done if you managed even one. And please send in any that you’ve written, we’d love to read them!

Flash Fiction February 2018

I realised that we hadn’t actually made a blog post officially launching this year’s Flash Fiction February challenge, so that’s what this is!

Every day in February, we’ll upload three prompts to the Flash Fiction page, accessible through the drop down menu or this link.

The challenge is simply to write a piece of short fiction for each day in February. These should definitely be shorter than 1500 words, but the shorter the better- it is ‘flash’ fiction.

You can submit your flash fictions to us via the link at the bottom of the prompt page, or by emailing us at

At some point, we’ll compile all the submissions into an anthology- previous anthologies are available on the blog.

Don’t worry about the quality of your work- the entire point of this is to write without editing. Sometimes the hardest thing to do can just be to get words down!

Good luck, and happy writing!

Winter Writing Competition!

Hello everyone! We promised a winter writing competition, and here it is!

The deadline for submissions is the 19th of January- so there’s no excuses, you’ve got loads of time…

The theme is just ‘winter’. Feel free to go in whatever direction you want to go with it- you can go Christmas themed, snow themed, cold themed… We’re leaving it very much up to you, and we want to see what kind of things you can come up with.

We may post some prompts halfway through, in case anyone’s stuck!

The word count limit is 2000 words . It won’t be strictly enforced- a little bit more is okay, but please don’t go too much over- we don’t want thousands and thousands of words.

We have not yet decided on how this will be judged. Potentially some kind of poll, but we’ll let you know. We have also not decided on a prize- possibly some chocolate (we’re students too, after all).

Email your submissions to again, we haven’t decided on the specifics but hey, we have six weeks to decide…

You have six week- GOOD LUCK, and keep your eyes peeled for updates!

Halloween Competition (or lack thereof…)

The more eagle-eyed and aware among you may noticed that while we mentioned a Halloween short story competition in a workshop, we never posted about it on the blog or mentioned it again. That is because we completely forgot about it. Whoops.

However, we will definitely be having a Winter/Christmas short story competition, which will be a generic Winter/Christmas theme with lots of space for interpretation. We haven’t fleshed out the details yet but it’ll probably kick off around the start of December with a deadline in January, to give everyone loads of time. So keep your eyes peeled for that!

Thanks, Maura

Creative Writing (and Reading!)

Hello all!

Just a quick blog post about writing, and the submission of work here- that is what we’re all about!

Firstly, after workshops, please submit what you did during the session! Whether you type it up or scan it in, no matter how bad it is, please submit it! At some point we’ll be gathering things by topic and by week (we’ll have a page with all the fantasy week submissions, a page with the gossip submissions and so on) but that’s a work in progress.

We’ll post things that you’ve written in the workshop itself, or things that the workshop is inspired by.

If you want your submission to be anonymous, that’s fine too!

People will give feedback, and if you want more detailed feedback, the three of us on the committee (Maura, Heather and Tom) are more than happy to read through your work and give feedback on that.

We’re also trying to set some time aside in our sessions to allow people to read out their work, if that would be something that you would be interested in! I always think that it’s very useful to read your work out loud, it can really give you a sense of how the sentences and things fit together.

Again, if you wish your work to be read out but you don’t want to read it out, one of the committee members can read it out for you!

We’re all pretty nice at creative writing, and we’ll give good constructive feedback- don’t be worried!

If you have anything you want to submit, please submit it on this website, at this link, or email it directly to us at And if want to read something out, drop us an email to let us know!

Hope to read your work soon, and best of luck with your writing!

Hello everyone!

This is our slightly delayed first blog post of the year- just an update on who we are, what we do, how to find us and so on.

We’re the Glasgow University Creative Writing Society (as I’m sure you’re aware- you’ve found this blog!) and we’re a casual, fun, welcoming society. We hold weekly writing workshops, ranging in topics from sci-fi to plotting to poetry to script-writing.

IT’S FREE! We DON’T have a membership fee or form or list or anything like that- we’re open to absolutely everyone, regardless of age or university or subject (or skill level!)

As I said, we’re very casual and informal. Our workshops do aim to promote creative writing, otherwise we’d be a poorly named society, but you’re welcome to write as much or as little as you want- we hope to inspire people, not force anyone to write!

Likewise, you’re free to attend only the workshops that interest you- we post weekly updates about the topic in the coming workshop, and we’ve also posted a schedule for the year on this blog (although that may change).

We meet on Wednesdays, 6-8pm, usually in the Drawing Room of the GUU. Occasionally we’re in another venue, so I’d recommend checking the Facebook ( or the twitter ( which will both have more accurate and up-to-date information about our workshops.

This year we’re trying to encourage people to bring their work to workshops, where they can read it out and get feedback and so on, but I will make another blog post about that soon. Don’t worry if you don’t want to- we won’t force you!

Subscribe to this blog for updates and the like, and I hope to see you at the workshops!

Maura (Vice President)

Flash Fiction February Submissions

As you may or may not have noticed, it is no longer February. But never fear! GUCW’s favourite monthly challenge is not all over and done with just yet.

As we get to compiling our anthology we are still in need of flash fiction stories for many of our daily prompts. So if any of you still have some work in the pipeline you have until mid-April to submit your stories for the anthology.

As well of stories we would love submissions of your artwork to accompany any pieces or simply artwork to decorate the anthology. You can use the prompts on the flash fiction page for inspiration but there will be a general “kitsch” feel to the anthology (-think cheesy 90’s pop).

Submit your work to:

Find the prompts here: Flash Fiction February 2k17

Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

**Days/ Prompts that haven’t been written on yet:**


Non-binary, pride,




Inconceivable, Iridescent,

“You keep saying that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”- Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride



Negligible,  Damask,  

“This world that we’re a-livin’ in, is mighty hard to beat; You git a thorn with every rose, but ain’t the roses sweet!”- Frank Lebby Stanton

Mr Elijah Turner

Our hero, never lacking in pragmatism or foresight, was well-equipped for the upcoming winter which on record and much to his advantage, was to be the warmest in one hundred and sixty years. Nevertheless, with admirable consideration he had prepared all that was needed which, to tell the truth, wasn’t much. Despite ever-swelling rumours of a nomadic and ascetic life (which no doubt would flatter his vanity), his theatrical runaway is perhaps a little more flaccid in its true state.

Retiring to a woodland cottage is certainly bold—daring even, for a staunch village dweller of his type. But with all due respect, perhaps not quite so worthy of all the prattle and tattle, the endless annexations compiled atop and mutating from, like arms and legs on a gross body, once such a modest story. The tale has said to have achieved anchoritic heights, with some so bold as to suggest Mr. Turner had taken to the desert as a source of purgation—one which particularly appealed to church-types, who conveniently omitted the absence of a nearby vast and arid landscape which would substantiate the claim. But at the end of the day, who’s to blame those steadfast and humble people for their excitable stories? It is certainly not within my jurisdiction to mock or deride the gossip of villagers whose friendly community lacks the heady punch of a scandal.

So let them talk, I say. It’s not harming anyone. Certainly not Mr. Turner who, fond of his new sedentary life, is reclining contentedly with his toes to the fireplace. Not to mention he had the clairvoyance to pack in his smartly packed belongings a bottle of good whisky and some biscuits for its accompaniment, which he just so happened to treat himself to now. And if he is to run out then not to worry, for there’s a small shop about a twenty minutes down the road.


by Marcus Bechelli

(prompts: foresight, exposure)


I’ve got a comet dangling from my lips. Somehow, some way, it got itself into my capsule with me. Only friend I’ve got up here that isn’t the whispering light of a distant star. It’s burning itself away in a sad little spiral as we go round and round together, watching the big blue marble in the distance. We float together, looking out through the window into space, and I think of the marbles ma used to buy me at the fair. I used to knock them together, try to crack them. Never did. Never could. Was never quite strong enough.

I’m feeling strong today.

Something whirs. The camera in the corner’s spinning too, into focus, and down on the surface of that marble maybe somebody’s spinning out of their chair to go screaming at whoever let me smuggle cigarettes onto a space station.

You won’t go to prison, they said, while they told me just what I would go to. I’d go to the limits of human endurance up here at lagrange-3, and they’d watch what me waste away of Van Allen Syndrome.

Camera’s light’s blinking. I’ve got a message waiting.

I’ll just bet.

They put strings on me, when I came up here. Not tight enough. Maybe this is their dollhouse, but I’m no doll.

I take my sad little comet and let it strike home. It melts through a protective casing, shorts a wire, a panel by the window goes from red to green.

It’s not a window anymore. Now it’s a door.

I’m out in a heartbeat, out to say a fond farewell to those whispering stars, and to take my place among them. My strings are cut. They won’t even see me go.

I’m not a doll. I’m a comet.

Feels like today I could crack one of those marbles.


by Thomas Boyle

(prompts: gravity, cigarette, dollhouse)