List: Forty Days of Fiction | Curated by Lucy Weir

Jan 19, 2023
41 stories
Forty Days of FictionThis is a story I started writing raw on here (though the idea comes from about thirty-five years ago) and will keep playing around with. If you're interested in publishing it, let me know!
Lucy Weir
Once upon a now hereI’m going to write a novel. Here. On Medium. Day by day. I’m going to write a few lines. Sometimes I’ll write a whole chapter. Who knows…
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022
Lucy Weir
Story, my storyOK. Those of you who are interested in the story I said I was writing raw on here will have noticed I’ve posted 38 chapters, the last two…
Dec 28, 2022
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Dec 28, 2022
2
Lucy Weir
Now Here: Story OutlineI’m not sure how wise this is but here, for fun, is the skeleton outline of the story I’ve been working on here. I know it might look a…
Jan 2, 2023
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Jan 2, 2023
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Lucy Weir
Day Thirty-Seven: Inevitable EnvyThe walls had been whitewashed, and the surface, unable to absorb moisture, streamed with condensation. This was good: a source of water…
Dec 27, 2022
Dec 27, 2022
Lucy Weir
Chapter Thirty-Eight: from beginning to endHe stood in front of her, and his face began to flush under the dark skin. “I am going to do things differently from now on,” he said…
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Thirty-Six: What if?She answered the call calmly. Yes? I can meet. How does it work? We see if there’s a connection. Connection is my watch-word. My mantra…
Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Thirty-Five: CrashYou can read this for free here (…
Oct 7, 2022
Oct 7, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Thirty-Four: HandshakeShe reaches forward to shake his hand. He is reluctant, but he opens his palm to hers and raises his gaze. Their eyes meet and the muscles…
Oct 1, 2022
Oct 1, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Thirty-Three: Clove CigarettesShe leant on the polished black marble, opalescent, and drank the imitation whisky that the colonel insisted would warm her up after the…
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Thirty-Two: Fear-MonkeyThey sit on your back, don’t they? The fear monkey. Is this some strange reversion to pre-human, or even pre-primate times? People look at…
Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Thirty-One: Sound from the GroundCultivate self optimisation. How? By transforming your understanding of the who am I self from skinbag to systemic, significant…
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Thirty: The View From ElsewhereThe man behind the lines sees things differently. He cannot understand the backward look. To him, there is only one direction: onwards and…
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Twenty-Nine: Connecting the DotsWriting is like frying a small fish. You spoil it from too much poking. Therefore let us eat this fish still almost quivering.
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Twenty-Eight: What She WantsBeyond the citadel, before the air fills with pealing bells descending in changes, stepping through the dried mud and over glass reflected…
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Twenty-Seven: Falling and callingFalling. He is falling. She is calling and seeking and finding and losing him again and however much she smokes she cannot get high.
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Twenty-Six: She Stoops to ConquerThe knotweed had a sign: Do Not Cut! Invasive Species!
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Twenty-Five: Winner Takes AllThey have gone to bed early. It had begun to rain. At midnight, there is a scuffling at the tent and she whispers, “Who’s there?” A man’s…
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Twenty-Four: The ReckoningEarly evening. The heat was easing as the dark marched over the glowing sky. He had called his wife, who was incoherent with grief, to say…
Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022
Lucy Weir
Day Twenty-Three: Learning to RunShe can hear them every time she goes into the shed. The lintel over the door is beginning to collapse, like teeth rotting to loose, jagged…
Jul 29, 2022
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Jul 29, 2022
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Day Twenty-Two: insectivorousAt night, the plain is thick with the dark and the sound of cicadas suddenly stops. The man is walking without a light, feeling with his…
Jul 27, 2022
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Jul 27, 2022
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