Phil Flannery
Bio
Damn it, I'm 61 now, which means I'm into my fourth year on Vocal, I have an interesting collection of stories. I love the Challenges and enter, when I can, but this has become a lovely hobby.
Stories (65/0)
- Top Story - July 2023
Vincent
Late 2022, we were visited by the Speigeltent, which brought the immersive Van Gogh exhibition. I knew a few of his works like Starry Night and Irises and others I didn’t know the names of. It was amazing. An hour or so of colour and sound and the tragic story of a talented man, unrecognised in his lifetime.
By Phil Flannery10 months ago in Art
Cat Burglar
Kitty furtively watched the young man wandering slowly around the store. Something about him made her wary. She had been working at the small jewellers, for nearly 10 years now, late night shopping and weekend work interfered with her social life, but then she was only kidding herself that she had a social life.
By Phil Flannery11 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2023
The micro fiction near miss
The other day I walked into a bar; my shin still hurts. I noticed a horse serving behind the counter and asked. “Why the long face?” He said, “this piece of string was in earlier trying to buy a drink, and though I told him no, over and over, he kept coming back. The last time he came to me all tied up and frizzled and I just gave up and served him.”
By Phil Flannery12 months ago in Fiction
BFF's
Breathless from running, and struggling to maintain his growing anxiety, he raced toward her home. Best friends since forever, they had shared every major life event like brother and sister, but they weren’t. They had gathered many more of those small things that only had meaning through a shared lifetime. They would always be friends and as her friend, he was once again hurrying to comfort her through her latest drama.
By Phil Flannery12 months ago in Fiction
My life as a musical?
My brain nearly exploded with excitement at seeing this challenge pop up. Music means so much to me. It has been a balm to soothe my shattered nerves, a post-it note that reminds me of times past, both good and bad, a mile-marker if you will, a connection to those I love, or a sweet tribute to someone missing from my life. That being said, I will apologise for the rambling mess that is to follow and also to the many amazing artists I have not mentioned.
By Phil Flannery12 months ago in Beat
Life is about challenges
It sat there staring back at me, threatening me with a blankness I found terrifying. The longer it held my gaze, the deeper the black abyss seemed to grow in the pit of my stomach. I could feel my brain tightening with rage. My nerves, like live wires, prickled at the thought of my imminent demise.
By Phil Flannery12 months ago in Fiction