Daily Flash Fiction Stories
By Gary Every
Bert Snerdley had been hunting for Sasquatch for decades. He hunted during the heat of summer, winter snows, summer showers, and autumn chill. Despite never finding any fur, bone, or even a stinky pile of poop, despite the complete and total lack of evidence, Bert Snerdley continued to be certain of the existence of Sasquatch.
[Read more…] about Bigfoot Love“Remember our little playhouse? That we built from scraps of lumber and cardboard?”
“I remember, Yulia. We used to hide from our brothers in there for hours.”
Now she looked over her shoulder before helping her friend into a rubble-strewn shed and ducking in after her.
[Read more…] about RemembrancesBy Julie Dron
The debris floats past the window, or is it the ship floating past the debris? Rohk watches with disinterest until he notices Dhanka’s suit drift by, one sleeve raised almost as if saying goodbye. He spends much of his time here, as there is little else to do. Dhanka had protested, he recalled. They’d drugged her first, voluntarily, of course. They all knew, even agreed upon it, forty-five was the best age, meat-wise. Anything older did not provide as much protein for the remaining crew.
1refdeBy Sabina Malik
Rupi spun the iron wheel and opened the vault door to The Library of False Histories. Moonlight flooding in through the mile-high glass walls illuminated the millions of volumes housed inside. Upon entering, she sealed the vault and took a deep breath. Stealing from the archive was a capital offense, and Rupi wasn’t in the mood to be hanged.
[Read more…] about The Vertigo of the LibrarianBy Angela Teagardner
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I wake in filth, the reek of moth-eaten wool and straw-tick bedding invading my mouth and nose. Days and nights of sweat sit slick upon my skin, and I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve felt the warmth of sunshine.
[Read more…] about The RescueBy Karin Rumie
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Tamara stood frozen as the paramedics lifted the gurney into the ambulance. She was sixteen again, in her mother’s bedroom, the empty vodka bottle on the nightstand, orange pills scattered on the floor.
“Ma’am.””A voice startled back into reality. She was a grown woman now, standing on the sidewalk of Lily’s house.
[Read more…] about LilyMarshland bordered little George Master’s childhood cottage. Schoolboy adventures led him to catch damp, clammy creatures like eels, frogs, and toads.
Thirty years later, in a crumbling mansion, Detective Chief Inspector George Masters wrote letters of apology to his wife. Dear Sarah, I have something to tell you…
[Read more…] about Toads