100 word fiction

Posted on February 16, 2016 by Bella Basura

Skull Girl Grimace
Photo by Bella Basura 2015

Ennui
By Bella Basura

I passively follow Qwerta to the beach, golden sand tumbles onward in rolling dunes, down to the sea. Momentarily I glimpse a vista of the deep oceanic horizon, blue with distance, then we dip down into a hollow, a machete is thrust into the sand.

Qwerta grasps the machete, but it stays fast, Excalibur in stone. She tugs, tugs, her maximised stealth leeching into the landscape. Sudden Manga wingedsnakebat creatures attack her kneecaps. She soaks the sand, beating out her life in numerical units. FAIL in red. Disappeared.

I pick up the machete and mouse-click back to the encampment.

Flash Fiction Anthology
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The Short Answer

Posted on February 3, 2016 by Bella Basura

Further Flash Fiction by Bella Basura
from the proposed Anthology – The Short Answer – short stories of 100 words in length.

Auntie Shocked Sees The Light
Photo by Bella Basura 2013
Still from “Abandoned Video” With Phil MFU

Precog Moment

Shaking firm hands with poker-faced thank-you-for-your-time, I close the door behind me.

Standing waiting for the lift down, I depressingly relive the interview.

I see myself lurching, a raddled old maid in rouge and blotchy mascara, wearing a charity-shop power-suit, manoeuvring square shoulder pads into a diminishing round hole. I trail mendacity and inappropriate extended metaphors across the interview room carpet. Bluff and fluff falling away. The interviewers look at me, disappointed in their expectations, they recoil, their faces cave in and close.

Instantly, I know it’s over, even before I mention my criminal record and false identities on Facebook.

More Flash Fiction
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Fiction Flash No.2

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Bella Basura

Weird Winter Wishes
Photo: Phil MFU
Cambridge 2012

Calm Time Charmed
by Bella Basura

It seems I have been here a year, living in this charmed place, a sleepy little bower in the bosom of paradise.

Here, time moves so slowly that it feels never-ending. There, out in the real, grey world time turns gyrations, so that at the intake of a breath galaxies burst into being, only to recede into cosmic void at the beat of the outbreath.

So that by the time I make up my mind to return,
hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and I suspect,
everybody has evolved into a future-race of super-bellicose giant killer-crabs,
walking sideways, angrily.

More Flash Fiction

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New Flash Fiction

Posted on January 19, 2016 by Bella Basura

A Year In The Murder Flat – Bella Basura 2011

Living at Death’s Door
By Bella Basura

At first the landlord didn’t tell us about the murder,
we found out after the lease was signed,
we’d already moved in.

In the end, I read it in the local newspaper,
she’d lived in the flat across the landing,
her husband stabbed her in a frenzy,
she escaped him but died in the stairwell.
I carried the constant knowledge that the woman had bled out on my doorstep.

The morning of the murder, he told me later,
the landlord had hidden in the bathroom.
The woman had died screaming and banging on a door nobody dared answer for fear.

Other Sculptures

Other Flash Fiction

About: Bella Basura

Posted on January 4, 2016 by Bella Basura

You’re Funny, Skull Girl
Bella Basura 2015

An occasional blog on the subject of Me Me Me,
and the fabulous things I do,
an archive of most of my writing, some of it dating back to 1994,
links to the complete text of my first unpublished novel
The slow-burning Grandmother Punk short story anthology
bearer of Granny Takes a trip –
short listed for the Soundwork 2015 Monologue Award,
some stalled psychogeography
and my gallery …

And other stuff

Addition of a photograph to the Skull Collection page

Posted on March 9, 2015 by Bella Basura

A photo of the complete collection as it existed in Argyle St until 2015

Skull Collection Argyle St 2014

To the Skull Collection

About the Skull Collection

New image in the Gallery

Posted on March 6, 2015 by Bella Basura

Encapsulated talismanic construct of found materials, consisting of outmoded serveillance technology. height 3 inches. Bella Basura 2014.

Can I still see you?

Enlarged image here

Bella Basura’s Gallery Index here

Skull Collection

Posted on November 18, 2014 by Bella Basura

This being the season of the Wild Hunt I thought I’d post up my work on cataloguing my Skull Collection, which I am archiving in the Gallery.

Skull Collection – number 1
The first skull in my Skull Collection was a housewarming gift, left by an unidentified previous occupant, who in a pique of randomly directed maliciousness thought to curse me. Perhaps it was directed at the landlady – a plausible enough explanation, but I chose at the time to see it as my own personal gift-curse. A bit like having three wishes to bestow, except it wasn’t, it was a single dead-eyed curse.
I was an undergraduate in Northampton in the late 1980s at the time, and I had just moved out of shared accommodation into a self-contained bedsit…read more…

Link to Images

New Gallery item

Posted on November 11, 2014 by Bella Basura

Here is a list to my improved and expanded Gallery

And the new collection Collages, Detournements & Manipulations

And a new addition to the Gallery to be going on with

Poster for degree show
with Nike Imoru, Esther ‘Rene Kray’ and Bryony Green

Sheela-Na-Gig

Posted on September 13, 2013 by Bella Basura

The Wall of Girls
7. Sheela-Na-Gig

This particular image of a Sheela-Na-Gig is by Essex artist Karen Cater and is of a carving in Kilpeck.

The Sheela-Na-Gig image occurs profusely across Ireland and the UK, principally over church doorways, thresholds and boundaries…read more…

Bella Basura online

don't dream it, be it

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