Brightly Coloured Horses

I've pleased to annonce that I've signed with Chapeltown Books to bring out my first collection of flash fiction, entitled Brightly Coloured Horses. And it gets even better, as I'm hoping that my own artwork will appear on the cover. (It will be a different version of the painting below.)

Bradt Travel Guides - Roam Alone

Thrilled to have my piece on Cuba included in the new Bradt Travel Guide. You can get a copy right here

My story is up on Jellyfish Review

April 5, 2017

Blood Red

A small red ball sidled along the gutter, negotiated a flattened beer can, then gathered speed as it neared the drain. Walter bent to rescue it, then continued at his former pace, arriving at the office at exactly 8.55.
He opened the window, hung his coat behind the door, and examined the smooth texture of the ball for a moment, testing the weight of it in his hand.
There was no view from his tiny rear office, nothing to distract him from the routine of the day. It was the first hot morning of the summer, and he flicked the wall switch for the overhead fan. It creaked into action for a single revolution, sighed, and stopped. Walter threw the ball at the ceiling in frustration. It glanced off the fan blade and flew unnoticed out of the window, hitting the visor of a passing motorcycle courier.
A moment later, Walter heard the raw screech of brakes. He peered out over the ledge, but couldn’t see to the end of the street. He shook his head and sat back down. After the wail of the ambulance siren had faded into the distance, Walter went to the kitchen to make his first coffee of the day. As he passed the sales office he heard shrieking, and then Amy Potter burst into the corridor and made for the kitchen ahead of him. As he walked in she was running the cold tap, a glass tumbler in her hand.
‘Mr Patchett, have you the heard the dreadful news? Chloe Broadbent has been in an accident. Just now, on the way back from the bank. A motorcycle courier swerved into a car, and the car mounted the kerb and knocked her down. It’s terrible!’
Her words tumbled out in a breathless rush, and Walter patted her on the arm. He wasn’t very good in these situations, and now Amy was threatening tears.
‘I’m sure she’ll be fine.’
‘No, Mr Patchett, you don’t understand. Mr Dawes in purchasing saw it happen. He says she’s dead!’
Walter flapped his arms uselessly for a moment, and then took the glass from Amy’s shaking hand. The volume of the other girls’ voices rose and fell as the sales office door opened and closed.
‘You go back in the office and calm things down, I’ll make everyone a cup of sweet tea.’
He tried to remember which of the girls was Chloe Broadbent. Was she the little blonde one? Or was that Lydia? No, he was sure Chloe was the blonde one. A nice girl. It was so frightening the way everything could change in a single moment, and all because of some fool’s reckless driving.
Walter stopped at the kitchen window, kettle in hand, and glimpsed a small red ball coming to rest against the kerb below. Blood red. He turned to see a policewoman in the corridor, and gently pushed the door closed with his foot.





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Image by art_inthecity (Kurt Perschke)

The Baby Shoes Project

 The story goes that Hemingway's famous six word story:

For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn

was written to win a bet. The Baby Shoes Project took that story as its theme, and this fabulous anthology of flash fiction is the result.

The anthology is now available to buy from Amazon here

I'm really proud to have two stories in this lovely book, which is being sold to raise funds for the children's charity Make-A-Wish Foundation.

Jellyfish Review “Kill People” Special Issue

Art by Alexej von Jawlensky (Is it just us, or does she have a murderous glint in her eye?)

Delighted that my story, Blood Red, will appear in this issue!

From the Jellyfish Review website:

https://jellyfishreview.wordpress.com

 

There comes a time in every writer’s life where you have to kill somebody. That time is now!
The fourth Jellyfish Review special issue will run between mid-March and mid-April on the theme “Kill People”.

Some of the greatest short stories ever written have had people knocking each other dead. Flannery O’Connor’s “A Good Man Is Hard to Find”. Tobias Wolff’s “Bullet in the Brain”.
Here are some of our favourite contemporary takes on the subject – coming at killing from entirely different, entirely wonderful angles.
Megan Giddings at The Offfing: The Alive Sister
Kim Chinquee at Noo Weekly: Please, Just Come to the Door
Emily Mitchell at Guernica: Fat Man’s Last Meal (scroll down)
Sequoia Nagamatsu at Copper Nickel:  The Rest of the Way

You can read more here

Ink Tears Flash Fiction Prize 2016

My story, The Mountain Cherry Tree Corps, was Highly Commended in this year's Ink Tears Prize.

The full results are here

Off the Beaten Track

Delighted to be Highly Commended in the Senior Travel Expert Travel Writing Competition!

 Copyright M Huggins 2007

The Off the Beaten Track Writing Competition closed on September 30th. Over 300 entries were received with about a quarter of them being fictional. Most of the entries were of publishable standard and it was clear that a lot of time and thought had been put into meeting the competition criteria. Our thanks to everyone who entered.

Ten Runners-up will each receive a £10 firstwriter.comsubscription voucher.The high standard of entries meant that judging was very difficult. After much consideration, the Judging Panel, chaired by our Writing Competition Editor, Anne Esser, chose two entries as Joint Winners, one factual the other fictional. Each entrant will receive half of the £100competition prize.

In recognition of the high number of good quality entries, the Judging Panel decided that ten additional entries that were short-listed, but not finally chosen as winners or runners-up, should be listed as Highly Commended.

The winning and runner-up entries will be published on the STE website over the next few weeks.

Joint Winners

• The Kingdom of the Cats – A Warm Welcome at the Edge of the World by Andrea Wotherspoon
• Ystalyfera by Bridget Blankley (Fictional)

Runners-up

• Anyone for Tea? by Barbara Bond
• Bobbinfield Blast Off by Carolyn Ward (Fictional)
• Cowboys, Indians and Hot Water by Deryn van der Tang
• Exploring History – Chernobyl Exclusion Zone by Philippa Holloway
• Just My Cup of Tea by Anne Leuchars
• Not Just Soap by Caroline Boobis
• Out of Place by Simon Whaley
• The Grand Experience by Andrew Abbott (Fictional)
• The Park in the Sky by Ellen Evers
• The Road to Nowhere by Janet Traill

Highly Commended

• Bray: Ireland’s Forgotten ‘Brighton’ by Eimear Dodd
• Delicious Surprise by Mandy Huggins
• Figeac – A Fortuitous Interlude by Amanda Lumley
• Finding Paradise in Lake Atitlan, Guatemala by Lisa Montgomery
• Jaffna by Clare Foxon
• Journeying Back Into the Blue Ridge by Judy Mitchell
• Life’s a Beach by Laura Collins
• Nootka Island Trek by Janet Rogers
• South of the Celtic Sea by Chelsea Steinauer-Scudder (Fictional)
• Why Don’t More Come to Morecambe? by Helen Rhodes

Dragonfly Tea / Henley Literary Festival Short Story Competition

So excited to be the runner-up in this year's competition!

Announcing our 2016 Short Story Winners!

 

The Dragonfly Tea Short Story competition has now come to a close. We received an outstanding number of entries, over 1000 across the adults and children's categories, and we were incredibly impressed with the quality and high standard of stories that were submitted this year.

Every story was read and reviewed and after a tough judging process, we are now thrilled to announce the winners of this year's Short Story Competition 2016:

Main Competition Winners: 

 

1st Prize
Jo Tiddy
Asase Ya

 
2nd Prize
Mandy Huggins
Michael Secker's Last Day 

 
3rd Prize
Hannah Hastilow
An Untitled Spanish Tale

 

Children's Competition Winners:

 

Ages 12-15:

Winner
Sophie Koziell-Pipe
The Observer
Highly Commended
Mia Myers
Heart Wrenched
Highly Commended
Sachleen Soor
We're All Mad Here

Ages 8-11:

Winner
Oscar Heelan
Pie in the W-Eye
Highly Commended
Ben Barnard
Liko and the Mythical Phoenix
Highly Commended
Charlie Martin
The Mary Celeste

Ages 4-7:

Winner
Lachlan Hudson-Cubitt
The Curse of the Sacred Maze
Highly Commended
Benji Rilett
When Nana Met a Goblin
Highly Commended
Bertie Wood
Attack of the One-eyed Boogei 

 

The winners were announced at our special awards ceremony at the Henley Literary Festival, where two of our wonderful judges Helen Lederer and Ireneson Okojie announced the winners and read the winning stories. 

We would like to congratulate all of the winners and thank everyone for entering this year. We hope our competition has inspired budding writers of all ages to put pen to paper and write a tale of discovery or adventure!

Also, this year we have printed all shortlisted stories into beautiful booklets. If you would like to read our shortlisted stories, please send an email to hello@dragonflytea.com and we would be delighted to send you a copy. 

I Must Be Off Travel Award

Thrilled that 'A Thousand Cranes', my entry into this year's I Must Be Off Travel Writing Competition, has reached the final 18. The winner and runner-up will be announced in the next couple of weeks. As well as the prizes awarded by the judge, Paola Fornari, there is an additional readers' prize. If you'd like to leave a comment on the I Must Be Off website, you can find it here

A Thousand Cranes by Mandy Huggins

As we emerged from Hiroshima station a man on a bicycle cut across in front of us, wobbled perilously, and sent a bag of leaflets fluttering across the station forecourt. He quickly dismounted and swooped down on them like a bird of prey, apologising profusely as we went over to help him. After we’d returned the leaflets to his bag we asked him for directions, and after pointing us towards the Peace Memorial Park, he disappeared again into the blur of morning commuters.
 

We left the station and headed towards the river, and as we reached the A-bomb Dome a hesitant sun appeared above the skeletal roof, showcasing stark metal against blue skies. The building partly survived the 1945 atomic blast because of its position directly beneath the epicentre, and now the poignant ruin is frozen in time amidst high rise blocks. We stared in silence, listening to the chime of the peace bell across the water.

At the park we were greeted by a flock of origami cranes. The strings of birds flew across the path in a gust of brisk autumnal wind, landing at our feet in a slalom of colour. I reached down and pocketed one that had broken free – tiny, bright and fragile, like an iridescent hummingbird.

A group of schoolboys snatched up the strings and solemnly placed them around the Children’s Memorial, before politely cornering visitors to help with their school assignments. A serious-looking boy with a glossy fringe greeted us in English before holding up his question, carefully handwritten in neat, rounded letters. He wanted us to suggest what the world could do to achieve lasting peace. Thrown by his unwavering gaze, I scribbled a quick answer, knowing that whatever words I offered they would not be adequate.

In front of us, a young girl and her mother arranged their own paper cranes around the memorial to Sadako Sasaki. Sadako was just two years old when the atom bomb fell, and died from leukaemia ten years later. She was attempting the challenge of folding a thousand cranes, the number needed according to Japanese lore to ensure that a wish comes true. Since then countless birds have been folded by children all across Japan and sent here as a constant symbol of hope for world peace.

I glimpsed a man watching us as he hung his cranes alongside the others. They were different to the birds folded from traditional origami paper; these were crafted from some kind of information leaflet, and when I saw them I realised it was the man from the station. As we turned towards the museum, I was aware that he was watching us as we went inside.

As we walked from room to room, it was the simple personal objects and haunting snapshots that resonated the most. There was no doubt that these scattered fragments of ordinary lives spoke the loudest about what happened on 6th August 1945. There was a watch that had stopped at the moment the bomb fell, a twisted tricycle, the tattered remnants of children’s clothes, a wall streaked with black rain, a charred lunch tin, a bottle that had melted in the intense heat. And the dark shadow of a man, burnt onto the steps of the bank, where he had been sitting, waiting for it to open.

When we stepped back outside, we blinked in the bright sunlight. The man was stood at the door, bowing to departing visitors as he handed out his leaflets. As soon as he saw us, he indicated a bench nearby and asked us to sit with him, finally introducing himself. Hitoshi was a local school English teacher, and a man with his own story to tell about Hiroshima; one that he wanted as many people as possible to hear. He explained that his mother, Mitsuko, was hibakusha -- a survivor of the bomb -- and consequently she suffered discrimination throughout her life, often finding it difficult to get work. A small child when the bomb fell, she lost her father and brother, and her mother and aunt suffered from severe radiation sickness and subsequent illnesses. After the war, misunderstanding was widespread, and survivors were thought to be bad luck and even contagious. Hitoshi recalled the hostility from neighbours and the consequent need for them to move home several times. He remembered his childhood as a time of insecurity. He told us that he handed out leaflets to Japanese visitors and students in the hope they would understand their own history better through a personal story.

As we said goodbye to him and left the park, we once again passed by the tangled strings of paper cranes around Sadako’s memorial. My hand closed around the tiny green bird in my pocket, and I paused for a moment to place my own hope for peace alongside the others.

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Mandy Huggins’s travel writing and short fiction has appeared in anthologies, newspapers and magazines. She has won numerous writing competitions and been shortlisted in many others, including those run by Bare Fiction, Fish, Ink Tears, English Pen, and Bradt Travel Guides. She won the BGTW New Travel Writer Award 2014.


Judge's Comment: Delicately folded paper cranes: what could contrast more starkly with the horror of Hiroshima? A bag of leaflets scattered on the ground brings our writer into contact with Hitoshi, who relates the story of how his family was affected by the bomb. His message is one of peace, echoed by the writer in the final sentence. '..I paused for a moment to place my own hope for peace alongside the others.'
 

COMMENTS:

1. This is one of my favourite entries so far.
   

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   Anonymous
   

   Such an important subject. Thank you. Beautifully written.
3. 
   Anonymous
   

   A delicately-folded piece of work that thought-provokingly holds you at the last line
4. 
   Anonymous
   

   Beautiful and evocative. Thank you.
5. 
   Anonymous
   

   A delicately and perfectly formed creation - like the origami cranes.
6. 
   Anonymous
   

   Very thought provoking and we'll written, it draws you in and you can almost sense the atmosphere of being there. Brought a tear to my eye. Les Z

CINNAMON SHORT STORY PRIZE

CINNAMON PRESS SHORT STORY PRIZE

Very pleased to report that my entry into this year's Cinnamon Press Short Story Prize was commended. The winning stories can be read by clicking on the link above.

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