Flash Fiction

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


  • Jun 7, 2017 His car was crawling quietly along the street 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. Glass crunching under my heal I peered out. The hunter’s car was crawling quietly along the street. The engine’s rumbled low. A hand touched me and I drew back, kneeling. Barely able to reach, Myeong’s fingers brushed my forehead. He’s pursues still. I nodded. Lying to a telepath was pointless. Go. He’ll ... continue reading
  • May 31, 2017 We had to do something immediately or just after dessert 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 associates’ conversations abated as my butler entered. Ignoring my glower, Kenneth strode forward. Dabbing the corners of my mouth, I rose nodding to my tablemates. Moving to the chamber’s edge, I waited for Kenneth. “We were not to be disturbed,” I said voice rumbling. Kenneth inclined his head. “Apologies, but word was ... continue reading
  • 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

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