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Flash Fiction

Flash fiction stories vary in length from anywhere between one hundred to one thousand words. The aim of flash fiction is to ensure every word is absolutely necessary. Stories in this category can cover any of the fiction genres, the challenge being to engage the reader and tell a complete story within a limited number of words.


On Warding Off Would-Be Witnesses

How she made them go away without being rude.

Becky  Lee Tyler had thoroughly enjoyed trying on the new lingerie with its sheer baby-doll top and ridiculously skimpy, matching panties. The special birthday present she’d ordered for her husband had just arrived. After an extended period of fiddling with the gossamer outfit, and trying out different poses in front of the bedroom's full-length mirror, she knew, just knew, almost for...Read On


Now and Forever

"Damn you," I spat out, "You promised me forever. What happened to our forever?"



The only one who truly shares my entire life with…

The people we meet in our lives. They come, they go. Some stay for awhile...

  The conversations between a professor and a student in and evening class some time ago... The professor said to the students, “Let's play a game. Who'll be the volunteer for it?” Someone came forward, her name was Galaxy. The professor said, “Please list the 20 most important names in your life on the blackboard!” Galaxy listed her family, her friends, her colleagues and...Read On


Memories in a cloud

what do you see in clouds

Richard lay down on the grass in the garden holding a chewed ball, looking up at the clouds.  Seeing the familiar shapes floating past. He watched a Rocketship float passed, a shark swimming quickly, and then an image of his old dog. Just for a moment, she was there.  It was as if she was still watching over him.  He missed her.  “She is suffering you have to let her go!” his mum had...Read On


The Wish

If only wishes do come true...

She is walking by the beach and found a lamp, dusted it by rubbing the body thrice. When smoke comes out of it and appears a genie. "Thank you for getting me out of there. Three wishes will be granted to you." The genie graciously said. She looked at him and said, "You'll grant me wishes?" "Indeed my lady. State them, and I'll oblige." Bowing his head. "The wish is that to make me forget...Read On


Dog Day Afternoon: Happiness, Hula Hoops, Huskies

Some days you dance for the amusement of a drone, while bemused puppies watch. These things happen.

It’s called Puppy Park for a reason. And today, that reason is obvious. There are canines of all kinds roaming around. English bulldogs and French bulldogs loping around lazily. A Jack Russell terrier is running around at a furious pace, a tiny brown-and-white blur nudging a kiddie soccer ball, growling at other dogs who want to join the fun. A gigantic golden retriever fighting to hold onto...Read On



Delusion. It exists, at least to some degree, before us all, shaping our perceptions to varying degrees, allowing one to hold so steadfast to a position which denies the humbling reality of honest introspection. Yet, it is through the apathy of others that such deceptions persist throughout, unchallenged for want of integrity or desire, knowledge or power, respect or honesty. And so, it...Read On


Sailing away to a new life

Sailing away to a new life

Sailing away to a new life There was a clash of thunder and a flash of lightning.  The rain lashed down, soaking Peter Donnie as he stood there looking back at the city.  His rucksack on his shoulder, and a carrier bag with some of his clothes “All I have in the world.  Not a lot to show for ten years of marriage.” He thought to himself. He stood there no emotion showing on his face as...Read On


Love Hurts

When you thought he is the one...

Kiera Knightley is singing Lost Stars in the background as she stuffs her mouth with a dozen of Krispy cream donuts till it chokes her while her eyes are pouring tears. "Why? Oh, why?" She said, garbled. Mouth still full of donuts. "What is wrong with me?" Coughing. Kiera still singing in the background. She grabs another, this time a bar of chocolate and stuffs the whole bar to her...Read On


The Lost Wish

Be careful what you wish for...

The caravan made it to the last oasis before finally getting home. The trip by all accounts had been successful. After the camels had been bedded down and the men had finished their evening meal of mutton and couscous, they began to talk of finally making it home and what they expected from their homecomings. The graphic details were too much for the old man. He had lost his wife and sole...Read On



I am a stranger in a strange land standing here alone at the balcony railing, as I have done so often in the past looking down watching the scene un-fold below. With it, all like being something out of Dylan’s Desolation Row, and being able to see all yet, not being seen. As I stand here in reflective thought and contemplating the reason(s) or the folly of my being here as I stand here...Read On


Sound Of Thunder

Lying here hearing the sound of thunder coming from the front that rolled in during the night, and sometime during or after the midnight hour as I find myself drifting off to dream. Starting to begin the crossing of those blue hills on the border there, as I enter into the realm of Morpheus, the dream lord and finding myself drifting deeply and crossing the river. Knowing that you are also...Read On


Saved By The Pink Panther

Our dreams can teach us many things, including empathy...

We hiked through the tall pines, down the steep embankment, in the shadow of the majestic railway hotel, until we reached the icy waters below. Why I was carrying an arm full of books, I do not know. As I reached the river’s edge, to the right, I saw a flash of brown and heard a growly whimper. I immediately knew where there was a baby; the mama was nearby. My friends hurried away from...Read On


Mental Hospital Chapter 1

My heart pounds as I struggle against the three grown men, in their stark whites. Strong arms with sinewy muscles grip my wrists as I fight back with all I have to get loose, but it is not enough. My ears pound from the cacophony of excited voices trying to subdue me, anything to get me to surrender as I kick my legs up. I reply with grunts and expletives. I managed to snag a set of keys...Read On


Just A Little Tickle

It was a cold and rainy night.

My Uncle Dave was an electrician by trade much like his father, my Grandpa Vernon. He retired from the power company and became a private electrician. One night we were in town for a visit to Grandma Mary and it came up a windy rain storm. Uncle Dave came in and sat down and related the following story. He had just been called over to “Old Lady ___’s.” She had lost power during the storm...Read On


Being Scared

I am scared, used, and eventually discarded.

I am generally not scared of anything, but recently I have lived a life of terror, of being constantly afraid. Do you understand what those words mean, how you feel when you experience being afraid. Probably not! But there again, you’re not me are you. You don’t have to stay indoors and wait for the door to open and then for someone to approach you. You don’t have to wonder what will...Read On


Surfing Santas and Sandmen

Minus two with freezing fog? Not this year

Catrin ran full tilt, her bare feet kicking up sand. Gleaming in the sunlight, her long auburn hair billowed out behind her like a sheet of flames. Without breaking stride, she glanced over her shoulder, and shrieking, picked up the pace. With the bells on her felt antlers jangling raucously and peals of laughter ringing from her throat, heads turned to look as Catrin smashed headlong into...Read On


Beauty in Ruin

Stalking the essences of a dream, I meander throughout the streets that have become rubble. It is quiet, unsettlingly so, but there is beauty in ruin. I dream of the little things. The way fiery sunlight glows against the sand-dusted buildings, the way soft moonlight shimmers on old street signs. It is hard to remember and easy to forget, but if I close my eyes, I can still taste the rice...Read On


A Summer Dogs Day

Just gag me with a dog

Man it’s hot today! One of those fry an egg on the side walk August killers. No breeze either. Look that dead dog is still there in the ditch. Boy, is it bloated up now! It’s been five days. Surprised it hasn’t popped yet in this heat. Later… Sure be glad when I can get back to the warehouse and chill in the AC awhile. These deliveries are fun but that sun is scorch’in! Wish the AC worked...Read On


Yes Son, That Was An Elk.

yep it was

Yes, son. That was an Elk. Hunting season was always a big deal. We took hunters from all over, and these guided hunts were pretty much off-limits to youngsters wanting to tag-along. However, kind of late in the season, a special hunt for elk by some hunters who were more on a vacation than a serious hunt came up. We departed dark and early for the Squaw Peaks the next morning. Well, elk...Read On


Old Road

This was written about driving from a Neil Diamond concert at NMSU in December 2002.

Old Road, - In a true winter's dark, with a Harvest Moon hanging overhead shining its pale light. I find myself speeding through the winter's darkness, passing those barren harvested fields covered in frost. In this winter, dark the cleared fields cause me to stop, and for a moment, and Touch the Earth*. While standing here observing the fields in their coat of frost. In the...Read On


Midnight Ride (Revised)

Written in 2002 and took 10min. to really write on my knee.

Midnight Ride, - Looking back is a bad habit, and, the time has come for me to ride hard and fast, and shall we dance? As I saddle up, and head out riding through both time(s), and memories of the disagreeable past in this Vale of Tears we call life. As I pull away from nearly forgotten times, and faces, which fade and dim in the smoky fires of the mind. With the only tears now...Read On


Out Of The Darkness

Things are not always clearer, even after you've stepped out of the darkness.



Eloise's First Deer

setting: 1959 Western Montana, sage covered Confederated Salish & Kootani Reservation range land

Lee handed his eight-year-old daughter a shotgun loaded with a pumpkin-ball. She couldn't shoulder the heavy shotgun correctly, and the pumpkin-ball had less than the range of a football field. It was safe enough. His thinking was that he would send Eloise down one side of the hill while he quietly went down the other, hoping that she would scare all the deer his way. She would believe that...Read On


Broken Lives : Prologue

Peace shattered in an instant. Nothing left for us here. The world had gone from splendor to dust. What little hope remained faded the moment we looked out to our little scarred planet. But even in the new darkness enshrouding us could not take away our determination to live. Hope did not fill us that day. It would not for many years to come. No, determination filled us and gave us a reason...Read On


Yes, Here!

One dump or two?

Yes, Here! We were not very water savvy due mostly to not being blessed with enough deep water to learn to swim. In my teenage years, this began to change through visits to swimming pools and making friends with the Layborn’s, who were passionate white water enthusiasts. I eventually bought a 17-foot aluminum canoe, and we found a favorite float trip down Wendover Canyon above Gurnsey Dam...Read On


Old Enough

The scanner beeped as I ran it over the red box of cigarettes. I looked up at a boy with thin whiskers. "Can I see ID? You look kinda young-ish," I said with a smile. He fumbled with his wallet for a moment and I awkwardly looked at the young man. The driver's license snapped down on the counter and I scanned it for a birth date, not the expiration date, there it was. Eleven,...Read On


Hair Brushes and Tractor Batteries

Uh, Uh, OK

As a young man I was a night owl/late sleeper. Getting me up for chores and school was often difficult. One morning Mom had given up and sent Dad up to “Get him up NOW!" I slept in the top bunk of our bunk beds so Dad stood just a little above eye level to a sleepy head like me.   I was having a very vivid dream in which one of the Ford tractors wouldn't start. I looked at the battery...Read On


The Feast of All Saints

I was working late after celebrating the feast of all Saints.

Except for the guards at the lobby, I was the only one in the building working. All lights were off. The only lights are on my working area. Coffee at my side as I busied myself on the financial reports. They were needed within two days time for the stockholders meeting. All my attentions were focused on the white screen of the computer. When all of a sudden, it felt chilly and the scent...Read On


Betty Bones

Betty Bones lives in the old house at the end of the street with her three dead children.

Her name is Betty Bowens, though all the neighborhood kids call her Betty Bones, and she lives in the old house at the end of the street with her three dead children. They are dead; she is not, merely old, very old. Her children died of different causes, at different times: hit-and-run, cancer, suicide. Two were adults when they died, the cancer and the suicide. Her boy Tristan, poor...Read On