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Category: Flash Fiction

  • Flash Fiction: Perfection

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    The stupid traffic. I hate this city. I can’t stand it. It’s gotten worse. It’s tried to swallow me whole. I watched from afar how he played her like a fiddle. The first time he held the bow as if it were a knife and slid it across the strings with such aggressiveness you were

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  • Flash Fiction: Be Honest with Yourself

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    I’m anxious in my thoughts. I don’t know where to turn. I only know north is up. It should be up, but my compass tells me something different. I don’t know what to do with this. The fear sets in, the sheer panic, I am lost again. This time I don’t have a car to

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  • Flash Fiction: A Long Distance to Walk

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    Step after step, I will walk a long distance to get to where I need to go. The only problem is no one knows where I have been before this, and they need to know in order to propel myself forward. I never knew if I was going in the right direction. Some assistance would

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  • Flash Fiction: Jimmy’s Room

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    I had not been around long when I heard a noise coming from the closet. I thought it might’ve been Jimmy. He loved to play pranks on me. I imagined him crouched down like a dork he was and jumping out when I opened the door. Or he would tackle me because his thing right

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  • Flash Fiction: Live to 100

    It is common knowledge the sun sets in the west and rises in the east. What is less certain is gauging how long any person will live. Many people believe they will live long lives and will become centenarians. Of course, this depends on many factors such as weight and height. None of this mattered

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  • Flash Fiction: Ants Not in the Pants

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    Someone once told me that you should pick up after yourself, even at the workplace, especially at the workplace because then people will think you are a major slob and will spread rumors about you. I wish that was the case, someone got their comeuppance, when I heard a story about ants when I was

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  • Flash Fiction: The Deviant

    All it took was one large mouth to open wide, and she was swallowed whole. Her demise was only understood by the people who have nightmares during the daytime. The triangle within her could not be tamed. She had gotten the urge long ago as a child to be different and because her mother encouraged

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  • Flash Fiction: Five Things

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    There were spots on the doors I couldn’t see earlier. I had come into this particular room, full of black and white photographs hung on the walls in asymmetrical order. When I first came into this room with black walls facing one direction and white walls facing another direction, I didn’t know at the time

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  • Flash Fiction: Jus’s Journey

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    I don’t know about you, as a writer, but I love to start new stories about three to four pages in and then it sort of sits there. I’m struggling still with my second novel idea. I quit working on my third novel idea. I got inspiration from a few books I’m sporadically reading and

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  • Flash Fiction: Which Body of Water?

    I ask myself questions not periodically but every day. The way my day started was no surprise. I was woken up by kids yelling and carrying on outside. I looked out my window. I saw the neighborhood creep sitting under an umbrella. He was doing what he always does. He watches the women in their

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  • Flash Fiction: Lost Phone

    I laid down to fall asleep. It took a while but once asleep, I was deep in dream land. I found myself in a place I didn’t want to be and frankly, I felt tricked. Someone had lured me into a truck, promising me a great reward. He said it was a great adventure with

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  • Flash Fiction: Basement Dad

    My dad had been dead for less than a year. I missed him like the next person. The last time I went downstairs into his work area in the basement, I saw a photo of myself from high school. Why did he still have that up? I was sixteen at the time and only a

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  • Flash Fiction: Leaving Earth

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    Snow doesn’t fall in the summertime as rain rarely falls in the wintertime when there is snow on the ground. The trees are heavy with the whiteness. The powder turns yellow over time from dogs and a black from car exhaust. By springtime, I wish it didn’t snow at all. The pristine image of fresh

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