Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Sun Always Shines

“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.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Weather Wizard

Ryan guffawed when Sam told him his weather wizard worked. “Oh yeah? If you don’t believe me, go take a look yourself.”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Accident

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,…

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Tan Man

“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.”…

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Locked Out

“Come on, Molly,” I say with my head in the doggy door, “if you can close the door, you can sure open it.”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Karma

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…

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The House of Salem

“I am not going up there.” Ella said firmly.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Miss Perfect Imperfect

“Bad night?” The bartender asked and placed a shot glass on the bar-top.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Orange Container

“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.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Milk-Carton Radio

“Is that a carton of milk on the shelf, dad?” Lily asks her 83-year-old father.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Condition

She stood there, sobbing into his shoulder while he muttered, “It’ll be okay. Everything will be fine.”

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Sleepwalker

As the cool morning air swept across my face, my first instinct was to get up and close the window.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Inspiration Struck

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.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Why the Island?

“Are you sure you don’t want us to drive out there?” Beth’s father asked.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Last Thing

“You were supposed to be watching her!” I shouted at the nurse.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Prince and the Pauper

“What do you think, babe?” I asked my husband as I lifted my leg.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Voodoo Priestess

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.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Runaway

“Emily?” I froze. How the hell did he manage to find me?

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Izzy’s Tree House

“What are you doing?!” Izzy shrieked when she saw her mother pull the pin used to secure the door to the cages.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Raising the Flag

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.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Witch and the Boy

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…

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Pinocchio

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.