Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Killer and Victim
“It was really dark last night, but I’m pretty sure this is the place.” Bailey told Officer Chase.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: The Woman in the Grave
The first one was a surprise. He had thought he discovered the bones of an ancient creature buried in the back of his ranch but as he continued the excavation, he discovered that the creature was no ancient creature
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Stay
Inspired by a work in progress…
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: It’s Just Notes!
“All right, it’s time for dinner.” Tommy’s mother calls from down the hall in the kitchen. She sets the dishes on the counter and gives the air a quick sniff. Hmm, she thinks. “Tommy.” She sings, still Tommy doesn’t appear. So she decides to make her way down the hall to his bedroom. Tommy has…
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Ghost Story
“There was once a young girl, engaged to be married.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Smart and Stupid
“Where’s the shovel?” Sebastian asked but before I could speak, he chided on. “Didn’t you bring the shovel? How’s one supposed to bury a body with only one shovel?” My mouth opened, “Oh, I see. . You’re expecting me to do all the work, aren’t you?”
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Manic Driver
“I’m sure that the little girl in that back seat was signing us.” Molly said.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: A Sad Tale
We walked side-by-side silently along the beach with the urn hugged tightly against my chest as I occasionally shot a glance at him. He did the same and deep down, I could tell he’s guilty. After all, he’d betrayed me, gone against my order to stay, and worst of all, he had lost my trust.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Payback
Ben opened his eyes to a blinding light. “What the…” he muttered and realized a train was speeding toward him. He tried to get up and immediately noticed he was tied down. “What is this?” He said, “a western movie?” “Nope,” a crisp voice said. He glanced up and saw his girlfriend, Astra, sitting cross-legged…
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: The Letter
This was the first time I had ever had to sign for a letter addressed to Occupant.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: The Nightmare
Bare-footed in her pajamas, she stands in an empty parking lot. Slowly, she opens her eyes, takes in the cool midnight breeze and her surroundings, where am I, is her first thought. She is standing before a garbage can. Feeling confused, she peeks inside the trash can and screams. Still screaming, she bolts upright on…
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: The Day…
I know it’s only been three weeks but I miss you already. The day you left was the day I lost a big sister. The way you smiled at me, the way you guided and taught me to safely use the machinery, I will never forget the day when you secretly gave me a piece of candy.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: The Book
The lamp dims ever so slightly and the floor rocks gently as a breeze blows through the room.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Chester the Dog
“For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!” I screamed and stormed to my room. I’m seventeen, not five, I don’t spill and knock things to the ground on purpose.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Conscience
“I can’t wait to show you my place,” Luke said to Hayley at the bar.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Trouble and Death
The last time, everything fit in three duffles but of course, last time, there was only one body, now there’s two.
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Psychotic Revenge
Drew lost his best friend, Hunter, that day when Hunter ambushed him on his way home. “I said enough is enough, man.” He shouted as he struggled to free himself from Hunter’s grasp. “You’re a psycho,” he said after he elbowed Hunter hard in the ribs to free himself. “No wonder everyone left you.” I…
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Poisoned
We were within a mile-and-a-half of the service roads when we found him. How could I miss with the vultures circling the sky?
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: The Breakup
“It seemed a good idea at the time?” Tyler said, slamming his hands on the table. “Are you kidding me? We have no job, no money, living in a converted garage borrowing electricity, food, and water. So tell me, what part of having your girlfriend move in for free seem like a good idea?” Darwin…
Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Me and My Wine
Of all the places I thought I would end up with my parents and sisters on New Year’s Eve but instead, I’m spending it here in this empty bowling alley which I rented for the night. They kicked me out, see, apparently I’m not good enough for them.
