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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.

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Last Minute

He’s been waiting for this day to come for a very long time. Half his life. He’s spent countless hours over the years tracking her down.  She’s married to a wealthy man and lives on the coastline of Massachusetts. She’s a professor of Spanish at a small college.  Ironically, when they were together she spoke no English. But things change. Life changes things. And today the old man will...Read On

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Re-Gifted Misinformation

We can't always believe what we are repeatedly told (and sing about)...

Santa uses flying caribou, not reindeer. It’s true. Reindeer and caribou are the same species and essentially the same animal. However, and we’ve all seen the pictures and movies, the jolly fella’s sleigh pullers are pretty big. Reindeer are diminutive in comparison, more like a stocky, white-tailed deer. It’s believed that the caribou’s Canadian Arctic diet is the main reason for the...Read On

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Santastronaut

Some truths about Christmas that we've always known, but have rarely acknowledged...

“Santa works at the North Pole,” the boy told his younger sister. “He lives there with Mrs. Claus, his team of elves, and his magical flying reindeer. “Wrong, big brother,” his sister replied. “Santa’s from outer space.” “Outer space?” the boy gasped. “He is not!” “Is too!” “Is not!” “Is too!” “Shhh,” their father hushed as he entered their kitchen. “I told you two to use your...Read On

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A whisper in time.

 

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Obituarius, Vampire King

The elder mummy foretold me, as I was entwined in gauze and stood in sand to my knees; “Don't be exorcised by a two-faced omen.” The pain engulfed me as I withered, then was reborn as dead. Like gypsy moths in caravans, a brethren of the damned. Moving across Europe when present-day England was nothing but a rock. Giving mortals a new kingdom of the un-dead. A glorious aspiration long...Read On

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Bank Job, Chapter One

Elizabeth Priffore smiled as she fixed herself a cup of tea in the break room. It was almost time to meet her sister for a late lunch/early dinner. She and Leslie would have fun eating and catching up with their current crises, large or small. It was exactly 3:45 pm Pacific time when the five person crew entered the bank. They were dressed in male and female bank suits, the same ones...Read On

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Scamp's Adventures #3 : A Picnic Adventure

what new adventure

Scamp, the monkey, and her friends are going on a picnic by the stream that runs near the farm. They are all excited about it. All of the animals are going on the picnic. They are all having their favorite foods. Of course every critter has a different favorite food so they need a really big picnic basket. Lady packs up the wagon with the basket and blankets for the animals to sit on. ...Read On

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He Called You Darlin'

One more time

It's been so lonely, you are thinking, and this happens. These simple words make you hope, it might be. You always recognize your own hope appearing. "Hello darlin'." That's what he said. He's flirting, you consider. It startles you a little. It's been awhile. At least, since it wasn't someone that was overbearing, rude. Yes, you wonder, is this one going to be rude and mean. You don't...Read On

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Something Is Watching

A groggy mind can play terrible tricks...

Ever get the feeling you’re being watched? That fear and reality exists even more so today than ever before, and I’m reminded of it every day. Our computers. Our phones. Or just walking down the street. But I feel most exposed when I nap on the couch. The other evening I felt eyes on me. From the corner of my half-opened glance, an alien appeared to be watching me. A small one, but with...Read On

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Dreams

My dreams are such visual treats, it's almost as if time suspends itself when I am asleep. My heartbeat slows as every night I slumber and wish that I was in a sleep time warp—one that might never end. I've been to the stretches of my imagination, most of which are pleasant.  My favorite are of the futurisitic kind and the travel dreams. I've been to glitzy places and the town where I grew...Read On

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Scamp's Adventure 2: A Day on the Farm

What will the animals do today?

 

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Handsome Stranger

Chapter Two

I sighed loudly as I petted my cat, Mr. Whiskers. He was and is my best confidante, silent supporter of my dreams, known and unknown.  I knew him so well that I always knew what he was telling me and what his precious heart always wanted.  I had went out for coffee the night before. I became slightly flustered with a beautiful man that intrigued my soul. The depth of his blue eyes was...Read On

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Questions

Chapter One

The sun was harsh as it filtered through tired eyes. Every part of me was aching for sleep, for rest, for a new day.  Recently, my life had taken a complete turn. I could  handle most things that came my way unexpectedly.   My hand caressed the wall as I made my way to the kitchen. The noise from outside was strangely quiet, plus, I had so many secrets inside of me.  Who was the...Read On

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Out Of The Blue

Out of the Blue

Where does imagination take wing, and where does common sense and reality fit in there? Does common sense come in at all when you write a fantasy or a love novel, or even a delightful tale of the supernatural realm. It’s quite baffled me! So here in is my story! What you take for granted, right in front of you can change in a heart beat! As it did that day for me! There I was driving to...Read On

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Ghosts in the Bedroom

A Lost Love

I lie face-up to feel the coolness of the room touch my skin; much as a lover’s hand might do. There’s a whisper of an air current that walks its fingertips of a breeze down my chest and across my nipple until it teases hairs on my manhood. The fingertips reach the tops of my thighs before the feeling dissipates. There is a presence on my skin and then there isn’t; a sense memory that comes...Read On

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Clockwork

Perhaps clocks weren’t misbehaving. Perhaps time was.

Clocks had a way of misbehaving in the house. Clocks often misbehave, particularly mechanical ones. The clock in the car that is two or three minutes slower than the clock last spied before leaving the house. The clock on the oven timer that never quite matches up with the always correct digital clock on the iPad being consulted for a recipe. The unused coffee-maker clock forever...Read On

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The Wind

Winds of Change

I remember a nice fall evening. My husband and I were enjoying a nice quiet time together and we eventually fell asleep. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I was woken up by the sound of a hurricane wind blowing outside! I listened for a while it was so loud that you could hear branches cracking from the force of the wind and you could hear things being tossed around like lawn chairs,...Read On

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Closing Time

A bartender and a photojournalist talk

“Excuse me. Is the bar still open?” I look up from cleaning to see an older male with an overly patched burlap messenger bag that has seen better days. I motion for the man to sit down at a table that doesn’t have its chairs upturned. “The bar is closed for the night, but I can get you something. What would you like?” I asked. “A dirty martini,” he replied. “Extra gritty, double olives?”...Read On

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Mother of Glass, Mother of Tears

Mirrors are a kind of window.

“You’re fat,” the little girl inside the mirror said to Em. It was long past midnight. Em’s parents and sister were in bed. Em was standing in front of the closed door of her room, where her Dad had hung the full length mirror. She regarded the reflection. The person in the mirror looked just like Em. She wasn’t Em, though. She wasn’t even a little girl, though she looked like one. She...Read On

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Time Slip

Time Slip

Waking up one morning there wasn't too much out of the ordinary, except that I realized something very odd had happened during the night. When I woke up, three hours had passed. I knew three hours had passed since I had gone to bed because I keep a close eye on when I go to bed and when I am up. Somewhat of an insomniac at times, I do tend to keep a close eye on those things. Well,...Read On

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The Smell Of The Rain

She sat back, headphones on, pressed play and closed her eyes. As she listened to the music she heard the distant rumbling of thunder, it was getting louder, closer. She smiled. Soon the rains would be here. Looking around, taking in the dry harsh plains, the cracked white earth pierced by the odd clump of long crisp parched grass, she breathed in, filling her lungs with the hot air. A...Read On

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The Ghostly Face

White Mist

Have you really actually SEEN a real live ghost? Maybe you have seen something but are not sure what it was you saw! Well, let me share with you a time in my life where I was scared out of my skin! It was late in the evening, I was alone in the living room. The window where the computer sat, was not open but the curtains were not closed yet. I had just come across the room and looked at...Read On

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Paralyzing Beam

Lucid Dream

  It was the end of a long day. We had been driving over 14 hours that day in hopes of getting back home soon. We had run out of finances and had to call in for a family member to help us out so we could make the last part of the journey. We stopped at a restaurant that was closed, the parking lot empty, to have a little snooze so that we could keep going without falling asleep at the wheel....Read On

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Lodgers

Houses sometimes held onto what happened inside them.

The house stood at the entrance to the block, dwarfing all the other houses. John and Alice learned a bit of the history of the house from the previous owner, who was a bit of an amateur historian. The original owner of the house, a Mr. Reginald Bowens--the man who built it, gave it life, brought it into the world--was a railroad scion for C&S Railways. The smaller houses in the...Read On

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Editor's Pick

The Right Tonic

As his band stepped onto the stage, Tyrone stole a moment to sip his dirty martini. He ran his tongue along his upper lip as he admired the glass, savoring the lingering taste of the alcohol. With a contented sigh, he got up and walked onto the stage. During his break, the din of the bar had swelled to a jumbled murmur. The restless audience had taken to chattering over clinking glasses...Read On

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Recommended Read

Of a Toke and a Time

Nostalgia offers a surprise sometimes

 

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Recommended Read

The Penguin says...

Live your dreams

 

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Recommended Read

Letter to a Friend

"Nothing is, but what is not" - Shakespeare, Macbeth. "Whatever... just sayin'..." - Dirty Martini

  Dear Alan, It's been a while since I wrote to you. Did you know there's a story competition in your name? I had an idea for it, started to write something. It was clever, funny, titled Jankowski's Lost'n'Found . The story got lost, but it goes something like this: Jankowski and Al were old friends, co-owners of a cab they took turns driving. They had a flat rate, 4.20, due to the...Read On

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Logical

A strange thing happened the other day...

A strange thing happened the other day. I'm not sure whether the time had anything to do with it because it was only four-twenty in the afternoon and the rush hour hadn't yet got under way. Anyway, as I unwrapped my Penguin bar I saw a man sitting on the pavement outside a record shop. I remember distinctly the neon 'open' sign in the window above him flashing erratically on and off in...Read On

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Supper Table

She just watches. She watches the house. She watches all of us.

Supper was grilled chicken and rice, with green beans, one of El’s favorites. Her Mom noticed the subdued reaction when her plate was placed in front of her. “Is something wrong, honey?” asked Alice. Silence, at first. Eventually, El told the family that she saw a ghost in the house the night before. “Where?” asked Em. “In the bathroom,” said El. Em started laughing. “Were they...Read On