Go on a Journey
All of my flash fiction posts in one convenient place. These quick reads allow you to add a little fiction to your daily life.
The Setup – Two
... The best pranks took a lot of setup, very little action time, and were extremely satisfying. It was easy to go too far when you had a devilish mind. But could it be called going too far when it hurt no one? Despite the fact that the prank had encompassed...
The Setup – One
It had been a long time since Erroll had bedding in Elridge. His tiny house atop others atop staggering cliffs had a breathtaking view of city, walls, and plains. Of course, all the buildings in Luftt District were built with that view in mind. But Erroll had grander...
The Sharp Edge of Love
Things were not going Elyse’s way. Being rejected from the university brought thoughts of simmering revenge and a bit of panic. They had called her impatient and irrational. It was preposterous. Elyse didn’t cope well when things changed her plans. But she reined in...
A Taste of the City
It was a small group for Norman Trunast’s taste, but that did mean he would be able to give a more personal tour. Large groups brought a sea of personalities that usually bashed into one another. It was always a challenge to find the parts of the city that would...
You Are What You Eat
“Bread and honey,” Dreck blurted out first. “Too simple!” complained Adela. “If we are going to play this game you got to make it more interesting. More refined.” Felsiene burst out laughing then moaned as she smacked her hand into the stone table they were all eating...
The Wish Fulfillment Center
‘Make a wish. Send it in. The Wish Fulfillment Center will make it come true.’ Seanche stared at the logo on her paperwork with trepidation. She wondered if it was worth it. But then she remembered the look in her stepdad’s eye. The broken pieces of red ceramic. The...
Mug Shot
“We must cement this memory with a mug shot!” said grandma every time we did anything considered ‘memorable’. I used to think her mugs were cool. I would watch with wide eyes as her wrinkled fingers brushed impossible strokes. It does still amaze me that painters can...
The Memory of Water
As Helen Imogen readied her barrels with the help of some hired hands, Pierce Whitman marched over. Helen rolled eyes with a sigh and readied herself for another argument. The council just couldn’t leave things alone once they had the bit in their mouth. “What...
Mercy
I am dead. There is no denying it. The only question left, was it enough? I have been alone since I got here. An empty room. It was all some shade of gray. No furnishings. No desires. No feeling. I appeared to have the semblance of a body, but when I touched a...