Category Archives: Flash Fiction

James Holden: The Pen Behind His Ear

In an office full of eccentrics, Paul seemed relatively sane by comparison. There were no comedy ties, no opening of meetings with a commentary on Jimmy Webb lyrics, or extreme exercise or dietary regimes. But what he did have, was a … Continue reading

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James Holden: Shiny Happy Person

I hear the song all the time. It’s there when I turn on the radio in the morning, Simon Mayo cheerfully introducing it on Radio One. I turn over to Capital to avoid it, but they’re playing it as well. … Continue reading

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James Holden: Freebies

I was crammed into a corner below the steps that lead off the Great Northern Line platforms at Finsbury Park station. Wearing a loud fleece, I was stood behind a massive plastic barrel, giving freebies to the harassed and hurried … Continue reading

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James Holden: The Box

I’m making my way along like I normally do, eating dirt and whatever’s in it, crapping it out the other end, when I bump into something. Normally this only happens when I feel like coming to the surface and strike a brick … Continue reading

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the silver girl

I was woken up by a banging at my bedroom door, I bet myself Hetty had found herself covered in tin foil again. I yawned and shouted at her to come in. The flimsy wooden door almost swung off its … Continue reading

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James Holden: The Missing Cemetery

It had been ten years since I had been to my hometown, but the second wedding of one of school friends lured me back, where fiftieth birthdays and school reunions had failed. As I pulled off the motorway it occurred … Continue reading

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James Holden: The Bureau

Paul had won a small amount of money in a writing competition, and it was burning a hole in his pocket. He decided that he had two choices: use it as funds for entering more competitions, or spend it on … Continue reading

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