Tag: FlashFiction

“Fiction In A Flash Challenge” Week #22

Elle hated the way they looked at her. She despised it. For the past twenty years, no one spoke to her, maybe a wave here or a nod, perhaps a casual hello. Nothing more. Yet the looks they gave her gnawed at her. When would it end? If they only knew the truth Another month

“Fiction In A Flash Challenge” Week #15

Linda walked into the local store—to chat with Carrie and confirm plans for later. Miriam landed outside, in the open, on a deserted street. At least she hoped it was deserted. If someone saw her… The thought made her shudder. What the hell is going on? This is the fifth time in three weeks they

“Fiction In A Flash Challenge” Week #14

Linda walked into the local store—to chat with Carrie and confirm plans for later. “Hey Carrie, still done at five? Dinner and shopping remember?” “Yes, I’ll be ready to go at five.” “Great.” Linda walked to the chip aisle. After staring at the shelves, she decided on Red Hot Chips. On the way to the

“Fiction In A Flash Challenge” Week #13

Phyllis stared at her grand-parent’s old house. So many memories. Jacks on the porch (Grandma cheated), Hi-Ho! Cherry-O, cards. Grandpap listening to the radio. Her family sitting on the porch talking and laughing. She missed stopping with her friends and Grandma giving them snacks and drinks. Anyone who stopped would be treated with something homemade

“Fiction In A Flash Challenge” Week #12

Mariam sat on a bench in an unfamiliar building staring at a pole with four strange circles surrounded by numbers. Where was she? Or more importantly, when was she? Nothing about this place was remotely familiar. Not even the history books she studied had anything in them resembling this place. She looked around for anything

FANTASY

This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. “Are you ready to leave, Lisa?” “It’s so beautiful. Let’s stay a little longer, Gregg.” “We can’t. We’ll miss the ferry and there isn’t another one until tomorrow.” “I don’t care. We can get a place here.” “We could, but all of our

The Sign

50 Word Thursdays # 68 This weeks phrase: “As she watched, Miss Tonks drew a pistol,” – M.C. Beaton’s Colonel Sandhurst to the Rescue Kayla watched the couple walk down the street from her tiny window. Life wasn’t normal, it hadn’t been for months. Only the elite had outside privileges. But things were about to

TOGETHER

This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. Lesa walked down the beach as the waves crash the shore. The sand beneath her feet washed away with each new wave. The smell of the salt water tickled her nose. She looked over her shoulder at the house behind her. Her parent’s

HE CHOSE ME

50 Word Thursdays # 66 This weeks phrase: “She was murdered,” Rabbit says. – Kate Racculia’s Bellweather Rhapsody Moss, trees, blue and purple hues. Even the steps to the overpass looked inviting. Soothing sounds of animals and nature surrounded her. “She was murdered,” Rabbit says. What happened? How could she hear him? She remembered. He

NICE DAY

50 Word Thursdays # 65 The rules: Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything! Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find