I am a young, prevalent Writer and Editor from Australia.
I write and enjoy Poetry, Prose, Short Stories, and Novels. I excel in the Crime/Thriller genre, but write Comedy, Love stories and Human Interest Dramas as well. I also edit and assess written work and free lance for magazines, blogs, Thesis and other styles in both fiction and non fiction categories. I can be contracted to do free lance work so simply email me!
On my writing travels I come across exciting, interesting and useful information and I am constantly updating www.flicmanning.com so that you always have something new to look at and learn about.
So whether its for some advice, a good read, or because you need a freelancer or editor, I am the person you have been looking for.
Please take a look at my first book:
Flic Manning hosts Crime Time and Twisted Tales and is a member of A Novel Idea, ABSTRACT DIGITAL ART AND WRITING, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Blue Room, Bubble Models, Flash Fiction, Friends of RedBubble, Lesbian and Bi-Women's Art, Melbourne & Victoria, Music Inspired Art (M.I.A) music links/lyrics required, Parody, Practising the Dark Arts, Pulp Noir, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Adult Group, The Art of Books, The Word Tree, The Writer’s Green Room and WMG.
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Growth is the stretch of the soul / taking the body beyond its means / causing the lungs to inflate / and let go of much needed air Its painful in its beauty / the need to change and reform / a sha…
It is difficult to say how it feels / To let go when I shouldn’t / To want to cry when I should be laughing / When I should be trying hard and I cannot Something has stopped me in my tracks / Eve…
Years of apathy sigh from her mouth / Her limbs are tired and sore from boredom / She wishes to be free if only she knew what free was / The hinges in her mind creak as a door opens In walks the  
I have lived a short life, but one that is filled to the brim with experience. Admittedly not all those experiences have created smiles or photographic snap shots of beauty. Many of my experiences hav…
There was a change in the air. Maybe it was the sweet smell of cordite fumes still in his nostrils. Maybe it was the smooth surface from the gun against his fingertips. Whatever it was he felt unstopp…
If there was ever a moment to question / If there was ever a time to try / It should be now If I gave you the chance to do over / would you take it without thinking / and fix every wrong you ever m…