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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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The Birthday Party

An aging woman throws a birthday party for her husband...

She did this every year, so the call came as no surprise. In fact, I had been expecting it for the last few days. The only surprise was that it took so long. I was sitting with my wife having our coffee after dinner when the phone rang. As I got up to answer, my wife gave me a knowing glance but did not say a word. It was as if we both knew instinctively. “Hello.” I started into the phone,...Read On

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The Gathering

Queen Ariane feels it in her heart but knows not why.

Inspired by the work of Anne Stokes, 'Solstice Gathering' Ariane stood atop the castle battlements and looked out across the heavily wooded landscape that stretched far into the distance as far as she could see. It was the twenty-first day of December in the year of our Lord fourteen hundred and twenty-three. All along the castle walls, torches flared, casting an eerie flickering...Read On

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It would be a much darker world without choice.

A female has moved into my territory, a healthy young blonde, ripe for breeding and bearing good child. She could be my mate, once I've captured her, subdued her and proved my worth as her man. Sounds easy enough, but this female is small, flighty and quick. One stray sound and she's off like the wind, racing through shadows to seek cover amongst the ruins and rubble. I've no hope of...Read On


My Almost Intimate Massage

A fictional blog entry...

« Did the Waitress Just Wink at Me? Today, dear readers, the exploration of my sexual identity continues. As you loyal bloggies — if people who write blogs are bloggers, those who read them must be bloggies, right? — are aware, it's a topic that has been on my mind lately, basically ever since I cast off my third boyfriend in six months. (For the record, the orgasm ratio in those...Read On


The Fish, the Witch, and the Mermaid

A cute little story about a little boy turned into a fish

There once was a fish  from Grayling Michigan,  Who wished with all his heart to be a little boy again. But an evil Sea Witch had cast a spell and When next he awoke he had fins and a tail! His mommy and daddy he thought missed him a lot He was four foot tall with a frog named Sir Lancelot! He missed his friends and even his bedroom And all of his cars that went ...Read On

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I Am The Deep, Dark Woods

Picture prompt 2

I am the dark and spooky woods. Oh, please, don’t be afraid. Just because you see overhanging branches and tangled brambles, darkness and no way out, it doesn’t mean I’m going to hurt you. I really do quite like visitors, actually. Come, enjoy my clearly set out paths. You may want to take a flashlight, though. There was this one person who forgot their flashlight. In fact, he hadn’t any...Read On


Haunted Woods

Don't go into the woods alone.

The walk seemed different today. I lived near these woods almost all my life. I played in the woods. I built many little hovels using branches and undergrowth as cover. Instead of going through neighbor's yards to get to the woods, I walked down the street to the private road that bisected the woods. A local university owned the woods and the road. The university received the woods in...Read On

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Don't Go Into The Woods

Picture Prompt Two

When we first moved into our new home, we saw we had endless woods out back. It looked so magical, like a fairytale. It drew me in immediately, but I was warned not to come into these woods. I was told repeatedly, they are just too dangerous. “Promise me, my sweet daughter, don’t go into those woods,” my mumma would plead with me, I promised her, saying what she wanted to hear. Daddy...Read On

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She spent all evening carefully sorting out the pieces. Border pieces went in one pile, sky blue in another, darker pieces in a third. Afterwards, content with her progress, she crawled into bed, clutching Rabbit, her one remainder of childhood, to her chest, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. In the other room, the jigsaw shifted, pieces inching slowly from one pile to the...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

Hide and Seek

Based off the first picture.

I run into the bright forest with the leaves fluttering down. I look over my shoulder, laughing, to see if my friend follows me. When I turn my head to look forward, I run into a wall. Wait, not a wall, but a very tall thin man, wearing a suit and tie, with a blank face. He reaches down and gives me a hand and helps me up. He bends down to me, after I am on my feet and hands me a single...Read On

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To Fly Like a Hawk

An encounter in the forest inspired by the first picture.

“David, is that you? Are you back?” she asked. There was no answer. It was a Red-tailed Hawk that had landed on a branch above. She had heard his wings flutter. She stared up now as she raised her arm, opened her palm, managed a smile and waved. A small celebration of being alive. “Are you after the berries on those brambles, Mr. Hawk?” she asked. Then she said “No, probably not. You’re...Read On

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Larry’s Second Chance

A near death experience and a sarcastic show-biz bumblebee give a man a second chance at life.

“You’re asking me how it’s going?” I said incredulously. “How can you ask me that? I’m paralyzed and I’m dying, for god’s sake!” “Well you don’t have to be sarcastic!” came the response. “And besides, you’re not dead…..yet. By the way, my name is Waldo. Nice to meet you.” Waldo flew over my head singing ‘Getting to know you…..getting to know all about you…..’ I learned later that he...Read On

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JuJu Bitch

"Woman want baby. Woman want JuJu.” “What?” “JuJu. It’s magic. African magic, white or black.” “I don’t want black magic, Tutu.” Tutu smiled. “Here,” she said. “Have this.” Tutu gave me a tiny carved figurine; she explained how the women of Ghana use ones just like it to help with fertility. They carry their wooden doll at all times, usually hidden under clothing so only a...Read On

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Fade to Black

The winter solstice would be a long night indeed for these wise guys

  Connor Mulrooney sauntered into the members-only back room of the North Philly Irish Pub with his usual swagger, grabbed a Guinness and settled into a seat that may as well have held a Reserved sign. His chair, the one he always occupied during their weekly gatherings, notably sat right next to Billy’s — not that Connor or anyone else expected the boss to show up. He rarely did anymore,...Read On

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Shut Out

He leans back on the bed watching over the top of his book as she sits at the dressing table, unpinning her hair. I like the way your breasts rise when you raise your arms over your head, he thinks. But it does not arouse me as it did in those early days. Each pin removed allows a few more strands to fall from the tightly coiled bun.  She tilts her head to one side allowing the brush...Read On

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In This Moment

Just Us

The soft caress of your thumb brushes along my hand, making my heartbeat thump hard. I blush, watching it move along the smoothness of my skin. You watch me, watching you and it makes you smile. Your eyes meet mine, pulling my gaze up to yours, I bite my lower lip becoming a little shy. You lean in, your breath on my skin. I can feel it tickle against my lips, making me release my lower one....Read On


The Girl

A Young Girl's Hope

Reader Discretion Advised The story you are about to read contains mature language and themes. By choosing to read this piece, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content.  * * * A young girl of only sixteen, with no love or care from home. Only knowing anger and hate, parents who never wanted her, she runs. She thinks she'll get all she truly needs, if...Read On

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Straight or Left

*Winner of a weekly flash fiction contest on Indies Unlimited*

Which direction should she go? Tanya had to make a decision. And she had to do it quickly. Taking a deep breath and pursing her lips, Tanya depressed the accelerator. Straight it would be. Straight away from her lifetime home. Straight into the unknown. Straight onto the longest bridge in the world—ironic for someone panicky about crossing bridges, but that was how desperate her...Read On


Wreck of the USS Saipan (LHA-2)

Inspired by Gordon Lightfoot's and Paul Gross' Edmund Fitzgerald and 32 down on Robert Mackenzie

There is a legend about the Atlantic, that some call the animal, that says she never gives up her dead when the January winds hit heavy and turn the skies gloomy. The USS Saipan was a “gator freighter” bigger than most and came from some yard near Pascagoula Mississippi. But, it was just a bone to be chewed when those January winds came slashing with a vengeance-- The Saipan left fully...Read On

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Philena: Questions

A Philena short...

---------------------- Please be advised that this work contains language which some readers may find offensive. In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content.  ---------------------- People ask why I didn't leave sooner. Why I didn't tell...Read On


A Word Geek Visits the Doctor

Fun With English, Opus 3

It's a dire diagnosis for our intrepid heroine... "We don't see you in here often, Maggie. What seems to be the trouble today?" "Well, doctor, its this darn apostrophe, thats how it started but things has got alot worse in the past couple days. I should of came in sooner. I know." "What exactly do you mean, 'this darn apostrophe'? I don't see any apostrophe." "Precisely my point!...Read On


I'm going to Cairns. I love you.

I find my itchy feet leading me towards adventure, once more.

Life, she laughs at me, especially tonight as I sit at my computer. The machine is a heap of shit. The keys are sticky with age; the keyboard is stained and the space button is missing. Instead of a large friendly space bar, all I have is a small plastic sensor. I've been training my fingers to touch with fair accuracy. I believe that if you don’t make your decisions then nobody will...Read On



It's a dog's life looking out for family.

"Hello, boy." "Woof." It's Twink, actually. "Here, boy." "Woof. Woof." Watch it, stranger. Don't go getting familiar. I need to check you out first, give you a good sniffing and... "C'mon, boy. Come here." "Woof. Woof." What's with the orders? I don't think I like your attitude. This is MY neighborhood and I'm a double-hard Jack Russel. So behave or I'll... "Come on. Come here,...Read On


The Spelling Bee

Fun With English, Opus 1

Some words that don't exist, really ought to.   "The word is 'peppier,' pronounced 'pep-ee-ay'," announced the spelling bee moderator. "Definition, please," replied the entrant, launching by rote into the set of questions she had been taught to ask. "One who grinds spice onto a diner's food at a restaurant." "What is the origin?" "'Peppier' is faux French." "Faux French?" ...Read On


Happiness and Struggle

How to stay together even during the roughest of times.

By: Tiffani Mason In two thousand and eight the stock market dropped, people lost their jobs, and their homes. In White Plains New York an upper class couple lived in their four bedroom, three-bath center hall colonial. They felt like their lives would be complete as soon as they had some children to fill all those bedrooms. Before Wall Street fell into the sewers Mark Clein was at the top...Read On

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Killer's Bliss

She heard whispers. Quiet and menacing, they coursed through the darkness like little scratching claws on worn, wooden floorboards. She stood still with her eyes closed shut, waiting for the silence to ensue again. But it never came. Those whispers intensified as the dark years crept on. Quiet and menacing whispers were no more. Now, terrifying and chilling screams inhabited her...Read On


Festival of Colors Hodi

Based off the first prompt picture

Such an array of colors fills the air, making everything beautiful. Vibrant colors fill the air like small puffs of clouds. Everything is in disarray and chaos, and yet somehow harmonic and orderly. I merely stand in awe at the spectacle, the festival of colors has begun. A vivid purple, a rich claret, a dusky green, all in the air collide with other colors. Each color thrown into the air...Read On



How does Red feel? Like another night of dark dreams, fighting through shadows that resemble fists. There are times when I grow tired of this and think, but only for a moment, that it would be so easy to open my veins and finally be free of them. Then, the thought is gone and with eyes shut tight, I try to remember which is the dream and which is the waking moment and sometimes I remember....Read On

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A Fallen Warrior

He wanders...

Necrosing tissue eats away at him. He suffers the pain, the torture, the terror. All in a bid to protect his loved ones. His body be used up, and his mind is worsening. Soon, he will feel nothing. Not even hope. And yet he continues in his vain bid: for nothing can take his spirit. They have his body, his life, but he will never, truly, succumb, never yield. But it is to the afterlife, he...Read On