Stories tagged “flash fiction”

  • Metafiction

    I grimaced and looked away. I didn’t like this at all; this was annoying. I couldn’t think of anything good, and it frustrated me. I wished he hadn’t come over to see this. He laughed and glanced up from what I had written. “Okay, now write one...

    • Author: Neleh
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • 1.

    She wanted to be a dancer but had thin ankles and was blind in her left eye. her best friend was blind in his right eye but this is not why they were friends that eye went blind after they met not as a direct result of their meeting, of course a rod we...

    • Author: Trix
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • 2.

    The worst part is the silence. it’s glaring it scrapes the hair on my arm up Silence is why they thought I was sick see I guess it was my choice of pen pens I used the red and the blue we were taking an addition test and it got so quiet I could h...

    • Author: Trix
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Diet Pills

    It was an easy choice. Take the pills, lose the pounds. Eve sighed. The ‘lose the pounds’ had sold her. That and the guarantee. She looked at her reflection and almost didn’t recognize the person she saw. “Even my parents wouldn’t know me.”...

    • Author: shadowlight
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • They Gave Me a Gun

    Early birds sing outside my window. Shafts of pale moonlight fade into the gray pre-dawn of another day. Not that I can see much through the high barred slats. Just enough to know there is another world beyond my dim, cramped cell. Somewhere a drum rol...

    • Author: shadowlight
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Summons

    Fifty yards. Just fifty yards. Half a football field. Without the end zones. The distance between the edge of the woods at which he stood and his sister’s house. A few quick steps would take him across the dirt road and the yard, up the stairs an...

    • Author: shadowlight
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Looking for Mr. Rick

    Smoke swirled in the dim cafe. German song battled with French in a clash of notes and lyrics that made Holmes’ head spin. Barbarians. It got louder and louder until the German faded away. Shouted down. A portly gentleman emerged from the haze, a...

  • Seek, Knock, Ask

    It was a nightmare. Everywhere he looked the same monotonous décor. Doors upon doors. On the walls, the floors, even the ceiling. It was ludicrous. Insane. How could this happen? He must be dreaming. Sara’s question popped into his head. “How do y...

    • Author: shadowlight
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • You Can't Hide

    Laser fire lit up the night sky like the Charles River on the Fourth of July. “Their aim’s getting better,” Sal muttered. “Almost hit us that time.” His partner didn’t answer. Mat hadn’t said anything for hours. If they didn’t get out s...

    • Author: shadowlight
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Half A Spine

    “You know?” She bleeds— Like her words were stab wounds. James cringes, unseen, beneath his exterior posture now posing as someone with half a spine.

  • The Legend of Binky and Dairy Queen

    Diary Queen set a blizzard against her starving serfs, soft swirling them into submission. One alone busted her dictatorial parfait: Binky. Cone or cup, cake or creamy swirl the Dairy Queen preened in her stainless steel court as Binky launched lime je...

    • Author: Roarke
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
  • Another June Day

    It was just another June day. It was the late afternoon, after I had come home from school. It was merely days until my high school graduation. I don’t remember what I was doing precisely, other than I was probably writing or reading. My father was a...

  • Thank You For Leaving

    I lost you. I am not significant to you. You might even say I never had you at all. I am just a pigment of light inside your castle. That is it. I won’t deny it. I had you for a short time, long ago, but it is not you I miss. I refuse to say that I m...

  • please don't leave me.

    “Please don’t leave,” she tells him. His lips don’t part, even for a breath. He packs his clothes, clumsily folding his shirts and tossing them in his suitcase. His pants are rolled up and shoved inside, the entire sock drawer j...

    • Author: caprichor
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 1)

    The sky over Nashville was still pitch-black, even at five in the morning, with forty-five minutes to sunup and a clear sky. They made their way to a parking garage Downtown, a few blocks from the half-built visage of the Paramount, with forged securit...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 2)

    Five hours later and five miles east, Ryan Gonçalves stared into his drink at an airport bar in Nashville. The bar was disgustingly new and trendy, with its former earth tones phased out in favour of post-Starbucks decor, all garish off-whites and red...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 3)

    She was Mike Kelly, an old friend from college. The phone turned on, activating his headset. “So, I heard you were in town?” He could practically hear her intense grin over the phone. She worked in a business whose precise function he still...

  • The Street Finds Its Own Uses (Pt. 4)

    The side of the parking garage across from the building was bedecked with equipment. The lion’s share, by mass at any rate, was in the form of large loudspeakers, attached unobtrusively to the walls. They played, at volume loud enough to deafen t...