Flash Fiction

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


  • Oct 19, 2016 The pen hadn't been worth stealing 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. “You’re late,” I said glowering as the man approached. I hated waiting. Especially on long nights. He dismounted from his horse a swirl of cloak and eyes. “You secured the package?” he asked ignoring my ire. He always did. “Yeah, I got it.” I said holding up the case with the Quill of ... continue reading
  • Oct 12, 2016 She's been missing since Friday and he's not worried 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. “She’s been missing since Friday and he’s not worried.” Her voice carried to the loft where Jax lay and the hushed conversation didn’t end there. Or get less insulting. Apparently her parents had forgotten that darkness didn’t mean sleeping. Or that whispers weren’t quiet to mage hearing. The accusation might ... continue reading
  • Oct 5, 2016 The lights appeared out of the darkness 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 shipped shuddered rhythmically. “Come on,” Jacelyn said riding the controls. Dylan wouldn’t forgive her if they failed to reach Scout Station. If he woke again. The worn med bay was barely stocked, and he needed help. Bucking, the ship refused her control. Jacelyn cut the thrusters setting the ship drifting ... continue reading
  • Sep 28, 2016 Who would have poisoned the old man's dog 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. “Who would have poisoned the old man’s dog?” The whisper circled ‘round the crowd as he cradled his whimpering companion. Harmless was the pair of them, the village knew it. At least that’s what they thought. I knew better. I’d learned their secret sheltering in his cellar last winter. It’d seemed a ... continue reading
  • Sep 21, 2016 Morals were for the weak 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. “Morals are for the weak.” Her master’s ere was directed elsewhere; Zeppora breathed wrapped in her shadows. Today she promised herself. His victim looked about though. First mistake. The master’s steel cut a river through the lair’s gloom. The runt screamed, dropping as the dagger struck. Second mistake. Zeppora shifted onto the balls of ... continue reading
  • Sep 14, 2016 The footprints in the snow suddenly ended 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. Clouds swirled overhead and drums beat in the dim light. Erasa’s hurried steps crunched compacting the snow further. She was late and her eyes were frozen on the trail cut previously. The footprints in the snow suddenly ended. She rubbed her hands frowning. The drums echoed maddeningly off the valley’s walls. ... continue reading
  • Sep 7, 2016 Oh, foul charity 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. Irwyn strutted across the stage ignoring my direction. “Oh, foul charity. Thou hast lain me low before the beast.” His voice carried though. That wasn’t true for most. Irwyn paused glancing my way. “Free me from this fate.” My voice carried too. Laughter erupted as he relayed the words. He was on ... continue reading
  • Aug 31, 2016 His mood matched their weather: inclement What is WonHundred Word Wednesdays? It’s when a group of amazing authors and I write 100 word stories all based on the same short prompt and post them. All the variations are fun to read. Kiana shivered glancing up the mountainside. Etkin’s hold was up there, somewhere. She was to face him alone and his mood matched their weather: inclement. Feet stamped behind her, impatient, crunching the abnormal snow. Too long since Etkin’s last gift the elders ... continue reading
  • Aug 24, 2016 Avarice was just a good way to start What is WonHundred Word Wednesdays? It’s when a group of amazing authors and I write 100 word stories all based on the same short prompt and post them. All the variations are fun to read. Water and who knew what drenched me as I landed. Why were dingy alleys used for tossing? Why not a park? Cathan landed next to me. “Happy with your suggestion now?” “Avarice was just a good way to start, not the end. ... continue reading
  • Aug 17, 2016 You've only heard his point of view. You never asked mine What is WonHundred Word Wednesdays? It’s when a group of amazing authors and I write 100 word stories all based on the same short prompt and post them. All the variations are fun to read. I shuffled the papers. “Go away.” I didn’t look up. The clock ticking was the only sound. Could she have left? Glancing up, I checked. Nope. She was perched on the chair. Her leg, which normally manically swung, was still. Useful since ... continue reading

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