Broadcast on Sunday the 12th of July 2020 on Waiheke Radio, the Wordsmith Radio Writing hour includes pieces by Ursula Hoult. The pieces broadcast can also be found on the Waiheke Radio website. Hear Thames Frost Fair, narrated by Alan Knight with original vocals by Jean Fraser-Hoult. Read the text version. Hear Who's the Angel … Continue reading Waiheke Radio – Broadcast
Read "Millennial Dilemma" here: Microfiction Monday This is a 100 word piece that tells the story of a cat and her person and their quest to buy a house.
Ursula was interviewed by Waiheke Radio on her participation on the Writing for Radio course of 2019. The full interview includes the first broadcast of the "Thames Frost River" audio production. Full Interview Here. The text of Thames Frost Fair can be read here.
Read "The Race" here: The Write-In 2020 UK-based National Flash Fiction Day ran a "write-in" on the 7th of June 2020. Over 24 hours, 24 different prompts were released, and writers encouraged to send in their 300 word piece. "The Race" was a response to Prompt 0: First Steps. Write a short flash in which … Continue reading The Race
Read "Old Friends sitting by the Fire" here: Micro Madness (scroll to June 3rd) Old Friends sitting by the Fire is a piece developed in writing class. It was originally over 600 words long. When it came time to create 100 word stories for Micro Madness, it seemed apparent that much of it was filler … Continue reading Old Friends sitting by the Fire
Read The Inish here: Flash Frontier - May 2020 edition.
We stole the cutting from Kensington Palace gardens. I kept watch. Alys knelt and cut the stem. Blind with excitement we left, our arms around each other, all evidence tucked under her Burberry coat. Over a year, we argued and reconciled until I ran for pastures green. Over a lifetime, Alys tended her garden and … Continue reading Love Blooms
She was first violinist in the National Symphony. He was first trombonist. I, their first born, was Allegra. The priest's Southern accent saw my vowels elongated and a little of his spittle hit my forehead with the baptismal water. An active child with no discernible musical talent, at primary school I started answering to Leggy, … Continue reading Names I have known
David arrived at the school gate, brown leather sandals and satchel unmarked, marking him as the new kid. Three boys approached. In a line they stood. A line of boys each called David. The first David stepped forward, all scabby knees and dirt scuffed face. He slapped the new David on the back and said … Continue reading Three Davids
Melanie rose from the water and took a moment to consider what she saw. The last thing she remembered before the blackness was the traffic light change from orange to red. The morning had started like most mornings of the last year in alarm screaming darkness. Pulling herself from her cocoon she had stabbed the … Continue reading Heed (chapter 1)