As good as I can remember, I was somewhere between four and five years old. Easter was fast approaching. In a matter of weeks, I would be starting school. My dad was at work and my mother took me for a walk in the park. It seems funny how I can remember t...
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Flash Fiction Stories
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.
Oh no, he’s about to recount the story of me falling out of a rowing boat. I told my brother that story always embarrassed me, he never listens. For god sake, I was only ten at the time and had never fished off a boat before. Oh well, at least it gave eve...
Spill The Tea
Sometimes love starts with a diamond ring.It all began with something moving in my bubble tea—something too round to be a bug and too sparkly to be boba: a diamond ring. Glancing around the cafe didn't help me figure out how it had gotten there, nor did poking at it with my straw or looking under...
Promises Kept
Pulling the envelope from my pocket.As I sat on the Greyhound bus I opened the window as it pulled away. I knew what I had to do, what I promised to do. Pulling the letter out of my pocket I stared at the brownish stains. Closing my eyes and once again being transported to the lush greenery...
Fate's Answer
After months of despair, would Fate let Lauren go on, or let her go?There was only one gift under the little Christmas tree atop the TV when Lauren awoke on Christmas Day. It was no surprise. Lauren had put it there herself the previous day. She picked it up, hesitating a little. Then she opened it. In the box was her fat...
Christmas Joy
Every person deserves Joy on Christmas.He hadn't planned this. No one ever planned to be homeless. A few more conscious passersby noticed the tragic irony of where he slept. Directly above him was a store window showcasing a fanciful adorned bed, complete with fluffed pillows, fur blankets, an...
“Dad, grandma’s floatin’ in the kitchen,” my five-year-old daughter matter-of-factly said as I’d just settled in to watch the game. “Her foot’s caught on the damn ceilin’ fan again. She’s just spinnin’ ‘round and ‘round… “ “Language,” I gently scolded my...
When She Was A Girl
Thriving, growing, moving, rising out of dysfunction.When she was a girl, her world was shaky. Her father had left them and the mother, well, she needed those meds to keep her brain clear. Instead, the mother shoved them down the drain and listened to the gurgle of the disposal. It seemed to match the hush...
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To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, bluejeans, and a red hoodie. That is, she would have seemed so to everyone in the room, had they bothered to pay any attention to her. Or even just to see her, register her presence...
I have the distinction of shooting Liberty Valance with a taser as he came across the television screen. I had recently checked into an all-nude (colony) colonoscopy. A retirement community for old redneck radio jocks and knick-knackers. I was appointed t...
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humorPainted sign on the door: Cletus Ottis Bounty Hunter Regarded as a conscientious, mud-slapper, mason. "Mah wife said thet was a dadburn lie." Recently released from a halfway house, between Johnnie Walker and Jim Beam, Mississippi. "Ah had recently appreh...
See Through
…and the meek shall inherit the Earth.To everyone in the room, she seems like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie, but to me, she is so much more. This outwardly unassuming woman is not who she claims to be. She is not the woman everyone sees. They see the version s...
I’ve managed to get myself in a bit of a routine lately, I never thought I could. Untidiness was just one of my little ways. He said he liked that about me, at first. Of course, people change when you've been with them for a while. Now I’m as tidy as tidy...
There’s a girl who I frequently see on my street. Each morning for the past week or so, I watch from the living room window of my lower east side home as she passes by. It’s usually at the same time and she is always dressed neatly; a valid assumption tha...