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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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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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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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Of a Toke and a Time

Nostalgia offers a surprise sometimes

 

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The Penguin says...

Live your dreams

 

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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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420

I had been accepted as the new sheriff of Liver Bile, South Carolina. Badge number 420 and presented with a repossessed 1964 Gremlin that had been donated to the city by the family of Peter Rabbit. The new police car housing a rebuilt 1978 Eventide outboard motor. I was later reminded that it was Eddie and not Peter. The key was shaped like a Les Paul guitar, that I used to wind the siren.   ...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

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Black Birds

Two long lost friends team up for an old job.

  Black Birds Cold night air pinched at the darkness. Frost painted featherlike patterns on the windscreens of the parked cars along the street. Grass huddled together beneath their icing sugar coating. A neon light at the corner of the street failed to notify anyone of the great deals Joe’s Café had to offer, the street had been plunged into darkness. The power outages were getting...Read On

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A Farewell Drink

A woman has one last drink with her friend.

The glow of the neon sign lit her face as she walked into the bar with a Gibson Les Paul guitar strapped across her back and carrying an urn in her hands. She set the urn in an empty stool and sat next to it, hanging the guitar on the back of hers. “Two dirty martinis please!” she called out. The bartender mixed the drinks and placed them both in front of her. She slid one over to the urn...Read On

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Silly Me

Who was I kidding?

Dirty Martini 420 Competition • No entry fee • All entries must be new, original work • One entry per person • Limit 420 words • Category must be Micro Fiction, Flash Fiction, Poetry or Songs • Tags must include the word 'whatever' • Submission must include the number 420 in some form (time, date, distance, weight, temperature, length, or whatever) AND one item from EACH of the following...Read On

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One More

One man's thoughts of a friend gone

I pulled the last olive off the swizzle stick with my teeth and ate it before finishing off my drink. Looking up at the clock it, showed 4:20. It was in the AM, not the afternoon. It had been a long day. “I couldn't even begin to count the number of people at the wake,” I thought. Flipping on the TV, I found there wasn't much at this time in the morning, just talking heads, Infomercials,...Read On

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The Four Hundred and Twentieth Warden

A vision of the future. A way to say goodbye to those lost too soon.

Dear Dad, It’s Julie. This is the letter we always used to wonder about. It took much longer than expected. My timeline runs parallel to, but thirty years ahead of yours, and I’ve grown older here than you are there.  You’re approaching the point where I lost you. A time when everything fell into chaos here. You wouldn’t recognize my world, but I’m still your little girl. I miss you...Read On

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The Last Beginning

He didn’t dance. Why was he locked in a room with a ballerina, a conductor, and a photographer?

“This is like a Rod Serling Twilight Zone episode!” he observed. “Four of us locked in a room, and none of us know how we got here!” “And none of us seem that concerned about it!” the photographer noted. “Mind if I get some photos of everyone with my Exakta 66?” He stood up and started looking for the best vantage point in the room. The short, portly conductor was already pacing around,...Read On

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Last Note

My friend Alan...

“What is this place?” he thought to himself. He carried only his beloved Gibson Les Paul guitar as he kept stumbling forward. His watch read 4:20 but he didn’t know if it was A.M. or P.M. A booming voice echoed through the cavern. “Step forward boy!” A figure rose from the ground. He watched as the figure stood 10 feet tall. It was grotesque in appearance with horns of a ram and a...Read On

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420 Minutes

It was a whirlwind between us that ended too soon...

The first time I meet you in a guitar store, strumming a Gibson Les Paul guitar I know you are the man I should be scared to get closer. My eyes behind my digital camera focus on your face while you are listening to the sound of the guitar. A penguin tattoo on your left tattoed hand stops playing, and you lift your head up to look in my direction as if you know that I am looking from behind...Read On

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Shining On

I meet up with a distant friend... Sort of.

It's unfortunate when you try something new and it all goes to pot. Big Dave is only too familiar with such misfortune, his rundown bar barely covers the rent and its faulty neon sign seems rather appropriate. Although, I kinda like the way his 'Rock Bar' trade name flickers and dies periodically, because sooner or later it always lights up and shines again. Despite its obvious...Read On

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Demon Within

The battle of at least two father's, is a young boy's newest war...

He forced open his mouth and filled his lungs, but the man’s clenched diaphragm only exhausted his terror in silence. No sounds of warning escaped to his doting young son. There was no more fight. The demon had finally come. The man’s immediate thought was how his boy would remember the coward that had abandoned him. There was no taste of blood. No tears. No feeling of love or hate,...Read On

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Pennies

Don't you want to know what blood tastes like?

The woman in the mirror spoke to her. This was before she covered all the mirrors in the house. This was back when she was like eleven, maybe twelve, before all the crazy shit happened. Back when they first moved into the house. The woman had been in her mirror for some time. Hiding. At first, Em didn’t even now she was there. She thought it was her own reflection. Em noticed the woman...Read On

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More Cop Humor

It was a beautiful Saturday in June when I received a call from dispatch. It seems a bus driver had three youngsters on her coach that were a little too young to be on their own. The female driver had called her dispatcher who in turn dispatched me. I was to intercept the bus and wait for the parents to arrive. I caught the bus on a regular layover and had the kids exit the coach. It seems...Read On

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Solar System

I wonder how they talk...

  Another usual weekend morning in the family. The Sun was cooking breakfast, while her children were in the family room.   Mercury, Venus, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto were noisily playing scrabble. Mars was doing his school homework and get confused about something, so he asked, "Earth why is it your lands are more fertile than mine?" Earth stopped her knitting and lifted her shoulder....Read On

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The Storm

I wrote this story for a competition in the RNLI magazine 'Lifeboat'... It didn't win.

The rain lashed noisily against the windows and drummed upon the flat roof of the dormer. She pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to shut out the incessant din but it was no use. The howling wind whistled around the eaves reaching a thundering crescendo before dying away, only to return with equal ferocity moments later.   Outside she could hear the distant roar of the sea,...Read On