Stories tagged “flash fiction”
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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.”...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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.
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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...