Anne van Alkemade
Profile
Sometimes I’m told I see the world in a strange and detailed way. I like to think that’s true. It’s often distracting from reality which is way over-rated. It is the detail that more often brings joy and that’s really what I seek whether in words or photographs of ordinary life or the occasional art I do. Que serra, that’s just me.
Flashback
Available now from Blurb.
It’s a great read and contains the stories of 30 members of the Redbubble Flash Fiction Group.
Write it in a flash, read it in a flash.
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Groups
Anne van Alkemade hosts **Phoenix Appeal**, Flash Fiction, Riginals and Snail Mail and is a member of *A.R.S.E*, A T-Shirt Revolution, Art and Stories Made For Children and Photography 101:remember to put settings of camera in description.
Journal Entries
Image Project update
Posted about 1 month ago, 6 comments so far.
Have you got an image for me?
Posted about 1 month ago, 42 comments so far.
Flashback update #2 plus chance to win!
Posted 2 months ago.
Big fat happy dance
Posted 2 months ago, 17 comments so far.
Flashback Update
Posted 2 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Flash Fiction Challenge alert
Posted 2 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Thank you thank you Mwah!!
Posted 2 months ago, 4 comments so far.
What have they got in common?
Posted 2 months ago, 9 comments so far.
Challenges are Back ... in a flash
Posted 2 months ago.
Flashback update
Posted 2 months ago, 5 comments so far.
Art
Clothing
Writing
Tall Tales (Images Project #4)
“There are more monsters around the world than you or I will ever know. Just a matter of perspective really.”
Daddy's with an angel (Images Project #3)
“Maybe that’s where Daddy is,” Jake said finally. “In China! Yeah, that’s where he is.” / “Shut up, Jake. He’s not in China.”
It waits (Image Project #2)
_“Come here my little pretties,” Steve croaked and dragged his leg in the dust as he walked around the campfire. _
In these four walls (Image Project #1)
“Un’altra ora forse,” she mumbled, and she would return in an hour for her cloves of garlic.
B.U.G.
A creature caterpillars along the ravine at the same rate as Bug. Its antenna quiver as it filters movements and space in the air above its head.
Don't piss off a poet
The floodgates have opened / And the dam has burst. / Issuing forth / this hurt-filled verse.
