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.
I really do enjoy going to the cinema, don’t you? I really love the giant screen and the sound of music through all those big speakers. I love it when they play loud; I always listen to loud music when I’m home alone. My local picture house is quite ol...
I was so lonely after losing my husband. I suppose that’s to be expected. The house seemed so big and empty. My daughter suggested I should find someone new. I resisted of course, it just didn’t seem right. And then, at a friend's party, I was introduced...
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 appoi...
Never be late for mass, that’s what my grandmother always used to say. She was such a punctual lady, always on time. Not like me, I’m almost always late. If I do arrive on time it’s only because I got the time wrong. According to grandmother, the only thi...
Painted 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...
One morning last week, I was at home when I received a phone call from my husband. He was in a bit of a panic. He wasn’t sure if he had lost his wallet or not. When we got up that morning, it looked like it was going to be a nice sunny day. By the time he...
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 ver...
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 t...
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...
To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. Such a first impression meant a lot to Saffy, because a sense of normality set her in good stead for the admissions interview she'd dreaded for so l...
To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, bluejeans, and a red hoodie. Nobody looked. No one cared. She was just another customer with a laptop, like so many others in the coffee shop. She ordered a drink, waited p...
I would just like to share with you my little act of kindness. Please, don’t fill the comments section with things like, “Oh Verity, you are such a lovely person.” Or, “I wish I was as good a human as you.” Comments like that only make me blush, and be...
Time for work, even though I’d rather stay here, sitting in my chalet, in my armchair. I only work down the road in the greenhouses, so there’s no rush, just another few minutes to observe my abode where I have lived for five months. I really do like i...
Dear Sam, I watch the June bugs crawl around as the fireflies float and light up my porch. It makes me want to let go, give in and be free. Part of me wants to tell you, you do light up this tiny space, my world. Your humor and compassion,...
