I hope you hadn’t thought the flash fiction story presented this morning was it for today. No! Not on the very anniversary of the flash fiction! Not on the auspicious day of 11 years of creation! All that time ago, I did not know where starting this blog would lead. I doubt I thought I would still be at it 11 years later. I just knew I was enjoying the ride.
Uneased Relations
“Where is that incompetent–” Myrill missed what epitaph Othid pared with incompetent. Still, the bellow was all the warning he needed. Sweeping the open tome from the stand he dumped in the chest beside the cauldron.
Charcoal Doom
Gilbrant nearly walked out of the dining hall the moment he entered. Nose crinkling, he managed to make himself stay. The air reeked, the scent of burnt toast making him paranoid. Clearing his throat, he strode forward and seated himself at an empty end of the table.
Escape Lock
The portal clung to Ilan as he reluctantly stepped through. The mission had seemed enticing from the description. An alter-realm in peril, a riddle which time had been unable to unravel, and the promise of weeks spent out of base. Even months if he’d been lucky.
Curse and Counter
Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. Vesna jumped when the staff struck stone tiles behind her. The jar rattled as she placed it on the shelf. Tucking her hands behind her back, she turned and inclined her head to Rylith. His appearance’s timing was too coincidental for…
On Such a Night
Darkness had taken a break for the night. Instead, the sky glowed an eerie red, trapping Grace within the cave’s confines. The closest cavern when the horns had echoed the length of the canyon.
Shepherd’s Will
“I was particularly sensible as a child.” The indignation coating those words ranked among the strongest I’d heard. Serving as a shepherd for the deceased, I’d encountered more self-aggrandized individuals than I cared to recall.
Lost Nights
Calder rode in a daze, not comprehending what Perdyn and Sorrel said around him. He knew they were speaking. Their voices pecked at his brain like gnats swarming a horse. He just could not care.
Unity’s Chord
Viden ran his hand over the crystals. The long chambers, extending from and running into the wall, hummed. “They are improved,” he remarked.
Beyond the Light
“The night will never end.” Tarinne felt the hand withdraw from her brow when the speaker finished. A succinct statement. A promise she craved after daylight had burned a hole in her soul.












