Stories written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
“It doesn’t matter when, the dark clouds will eventually disappear to let the sun shine.” Her mother’s words ring in her ears as she stands on the damp green grass of the cemetery. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Sun Always Shines” →
Ryan guffawed when Sam told him his weather wizard worked. “Oh yeah? If you don’t believe me, go take a look yourself.” Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Weather Wizard” →
The incessant knocking seems to be coming from nearby. Knock knock knock.Shut up, I want to scream but I feel too tired to do so. What should one do to get some sleep ’round here? Knock knock knock, the knocking continues. “Mister, can you hear me?” A voice speaks urgently. Shut the F-up! I shout, mentally censoring myself but only a moan comes out. “Hello, 911, I need an ambulance. There was an accident on Highway 12.” Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Accident” →
“I want to join the cause.”
The chunky-tan-man behind the metal desk leaned back and looked up. He pursed his lips, folded his arms, and said, “and why should we consider you?”
“I have a wicked aim with a shotgun and I am willing to do anything to protect my family and everything I love.”
The tan-man pursed his lips again, considering, before standing up, “Alright, follow me.” Awkwardly, he limped to the door, pushed it open, and stepped outside. He gestured to one of the shotguns on the table, “Pick one and come stand on the X.”
Holding an orange plastic sling, the tan man observed. He knew everything about shotguns – its strengths and weaknesses. Guns are guns, many people would think but it’s absolutely false to him. He raised that question to his father many years ago. “Everything has strengths and weaknesses,” was his father’s answer.
“Ready?” He said. When he sensed a nod next to him, he flung the clay pigeon into the sky and listened for the boom of the shotgun.
(~175 words)
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. 
“Come on, Molly,” I say with my head in the doggy door, “if you can close the door, you can sure open it.” Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Locked Out” →
Do you believe in karma? If you do, you will know better than forcing me out of my home of 50 years. All because of what? To build your subdivision? If you think you can offer me money to appease what you’ve done, you’ve got another thing coming. I am going to make this land so inhospitable that you will never get anyone to live here. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Karma” →
“I am not going up there.” Ella said firmly. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The House of Salem” →
“Bad night?” The bartender asked and placed a shot glass on the bar-top. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Miss Perfect Imperfect” →
“What do you think your grandma keeps in here?” Eddie asked, pointing at the orange container he and Sadie discovered in the back corner of her grandmother’s shed. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Orange Container” →
“Is that a carton of milk on the shelf, dad?” Lily asks her 83-year-old father. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Milk-Carton Radio” →
She stood there, sobbing into his shoulder while he muttered, “It’ll be okay. Everything will be fine.” Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Condition” →
As the cool morning air swept across my face, my first instinct was to get up and close the window. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Sleepwalker” →
Sue never imagined she’d become famous, never dreamed her porcelain sculpture would be on display in multiple museums, one after another, pleading her to loan them her art. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Inspiration Struck” →
“Are you sure you don’t want us to drive out there?” Beth’s father asked. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Why the Island?” →
“You were supposed to be watching her!” I shouted at the nurse. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Last Thing” →
“What do you think, babe?” I asked my husband as I lifted my leg. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Prince and the Pauper” →
Having been down on my luck lately, Becky recommended me to head to New Orleans to see her friend, a fortune-teller-slash-voodoo-priestess. I’ve never been a big believer of such things but Becky swore by the priestess’s miracles. So I decided to take a day-trip to the French Quarter. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Voodoo Priestess” →
“Emily?” I froze. How the hell did he manage to find me? Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Runaway” →
“What are you doing?!” Izzy shrieked when she saw her mother pull the pin used to secure the door to the cages. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Izzy’s Tree House” →
For as long as they can remember, the world has been at war – countries fighting among themselves to the point when no one knew who the enemy was. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Raising the Flag” →
The witch laughed, “Are you afraid of me?” He stared at her with a blank look. She took a sip of wine from her glass, “No need to be afraid.” She said. “Unless you betray me, there’s nothing to be afraid. Come here, I’m not going to bite.” She patted the seat next to her and let out a shrill laugh.
Like a robot, the boy obeyed and sneaked a look at the witch as she took another sip of wine. Next to the witch, the stream of water continued to flow from nowhere. “Oh, relax, my darling boy.” The witch said, noticing the frightened look on his face. “Here,” with a wave of her hands, she turned the stream of water into a glass goblet, filled the glass with hot chocolate, and handed it to him. “Drink,” she demanded, “and tell me that’s not the best hot chocolate you’ve ever tasted.
The boy took a sip and immediately felt a wonderful warmth spreading throughout his body. Slowly, he turned to the witch and smiled.
(~175 words)
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.
You can pick your friends but you cannot pick your family. What a shame. I think, hop onto the park bench and sit, my feet dangling and my best friend in the whole world, Adam, next to me. We are avoiding my baby brother, Jake, who is and always will be my social downfall. Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Pinocchio” →
“This is all your fault.” Sarahbeth said pointedly Continue reading “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Flying Death Trap” →
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