Flash Fiction

Here you can find the latest Flash Fiction posts. New posts are added weekly.


  • May 24, 2017 As I put my hand on the handle Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. The ship thrummed, vibrating my bones and worsening. Decks should’ve scorched. Wasn’t hell hot? This was spacer’s purgatory. A chill to steal breathe. Still, hope lay through the door. As I put my hand on the handle a voice screamed “John, no.” Dirt, Ashley’d caught up. Wrenching the handle, I fought it to ... continue reading
  • May 17, 2017 Little things seemed to matter an awful lot to them Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. My arms scrapped across the ground as an arrow twanging above me. I shoved myself back up, stumbling into a run. “You’ve been chasing for two weeks already. Let it go!” Their trilling cries was my response. Little things seemed to matter an awful lot to them. The cliff wasn’t far though. ... continue reading
  • May 10, 2017 He was at a crossroadsJavi leaned against his staff. He was at a crossroads still the signs refused to speak. Thumping his staff, dust plumed again drifting nowhere. Figured. continue reading
  • May 3, 2017 Certainty was overrated Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. A cool cloth pressed against Ilynn’s wound. She jerked away, fingers flexing for her missing hilt. “Come,” he said. “Why censure my aid?” “Your price’s too high.” She backed further into the cell’s corner. Though finely furnished cell, it was a cell. Shaking his head, he folded the cloth. “Does not following Ereladia ... continue reading
  • Apr 26, 2017 At last her patience was paying off Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. At last. She straightened as Chid appeared from within the Copper Shield. He paused looking behind, blast him. Hadn’t he wasted enough time? At least the fool turned back . . . And stumble laughing into the street. Rushing forward, she groaned as alcohol wafted off him. “Fool. Did you outdrink ... continue reading
  • Apr 19, 2017 What do you mean he's escaped“What do you mean he's escaped? Find him!” Grinning, I squelched further into the moat’s shadows tucking away the amulet. continue reading
  • Apr 12, 2017 He just needed something to make him feel betterHands shaking, Roarke grabbed the decanter. His head jerked as a crash sounded elsewhere. Silence followed. Good. continue reading
  • Apr 5, 2017 A different approach was needed, one with childlike simplicity Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. He regarded Ian standing stiffly, uncertainly across from him. Fine, a different approach was needed, one with childlike simplicity. “We can recover,” he said, “In fact, the instrument to push path forward was recently delivered.” “Oh?” Ian asked, tucking his arms behind his back. A stiff and uncomfortable movement. “Yes, the ... continue reading
  • Mar 29, 2017 I felt afraid of what we might find Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. Twisting through rocks, I felt afraid of what we might find. Not the mirror. I’d hide it, but it’s reflections were . . . unpredictable. Would it keep my secret? Could I stay? Still, I worked deeper the caverns following Ferryl. “It’s here!” I heard his voice cry excitedly. I found him ... continue reading
  • Mar 22, 2017 He'd had a bad day Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. Arm tucked behind his back, her chamberlain escorted Celia’s guest in. Sludge dripped, no, sloughed off Kimball with each step. His equipment was ruined. The clothing was tatters held together by hope. She leaned back when the smell reached her. Gripping her seat’s arms she prevented herself from pinching her nose. Had ... continue reading

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