ShiverWriggle Creates

Ah-ha, you’re perusing the fictional offerings. Good choice, good choice. We currently have three major sections on offer, providing a range of styles and content, sometimes adult and sometimes not: serials and short stories, shorts (nano/micro fiction of between 50 and 250 words), and Slapbang (our poetry section). Enjoy!

Serials
For more information on ShiverWriggle’s serials, past and present, visit this page.

Shorts
The task: to write a fictional work of any style in no less than fifty words and no more than two hundred and fifty words (excluding the title). To make it slightly more interesting, if you’re writing in pairs then the title must be provided by the other person. If you’re writing on your own, the title must be provided by someone else. Them’s the rules.

Short Stories
Bet you’ll never guess what you’ll shortly be able to find on these pages? Oh, come on; we had to have a couple of sensibly-named sections…

Slapbang
Oh, Heavens Above. It’s those damn poets again, embarrassing us with either their twee rhymes or self-indulgent structureless nonsense. Quick, smile politely and escort them to a corner. Yes, that darkened corner over there. The one with the revolving table and chairs which will swivel them round into the back room just like in that James Bond film. Then we can politely but firmly show them the back door. If they’re lucky…

Somewhere along the way, poetry seems to have achieved a certain type of reputation. If you say you write poetry, you usually get a fixed and polite smile and an ‘oh, right’ in a fake-interested voice tinged with the embarrassed desperation of someone who hopes you don’t start talking about it. Eyes dart wildly, trying to think of a way to slyly change the situation. You can hear their brain pedalling as fast as it can: ‘but they looked so normal…’ If conversation continues there’s a generous chance they’ll start frothing at the mouth.

We, however, are proud to present Slapbang, a bubbling, exciting hub of poetry right in the centre of our online world rather than assigning the poor poets to a dingy and suspicious corner where bad things may happen.

Don’t pity them too much, though. They thrive on that.