Daily Flash Fiction Stories
By Stella Murovic
“Bill, Bill, my name is Bill…” The chant skips in and out of his thoughts as the doors gape open, and he awakens in a space unlike any he’s ever seen. Strange metal carriages are parked, hundreds of them, and as he watches, one of them is removed by a white-haired creature who reminds him of his mother. Perhaps it is his mother.
[Read more…] about And Your Name Is…By Barbara Diggs
Lamar Williams wasn’t afraid. His classmates giggled in nervous anticipation. The Schneider twins clutched each other, already squealing. But Lamar stood on the plush red carpeting of the museum’s lobby with shining eyes. He’d wanted to visit The Little Wax Museum of Modern Horrors since forever. He loved scary stuff.
[Read more…] about The Little Wax Museum of Modern HorrorsBy Patrick Lind
There are four main characteristics that define whether something is alive. The first is that life responds to its environment.
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C8-1 whirred into action the instant it sensed the garage door opening. The automaton knew that from the moment the door started to rise, it had only five minutes at most to prepare before Nina and Lionel Robinson entered the house. Squeaky wheels rolled across the tile floor as the boxy C8-1 scanned the kitchen. A quick access of its memory core confirmed that Nina was returning from a committee meeting about her dissertation, and that the Wings game would be starting shortly. C8-1 accessed the television and turned on channel 4. The sound of the broadcast filled the den as C8-1 extended a pair of delicate arms and poured a glass of wine from the cupboard. Its tasks finished, C8-1 waited as the Robinsons entered their home.
[Read more…] about A Lesson on the Properties of Life“Dig the crowbar deeper and pull,” said Sean. “Put your back into it, you lazy skiver.”
The basement door to St. Anselm’s church hung heavy, two inches of ancient oak, an obstacle for 600 years. Liam glared at his brother, then braced himself and grunted as he yanked on the bar, once, twice, finally cracking the door open the third time. The antique wood exploded and Liam staggered back, crowbar striking concrete and ringing a 2:00 AM toll.
[Read more…] about Getting a HeadBy Brendan Magee
Our marriage was two hundred and eighty-five days over, but Zak still wouldn’t give back the ring. It wouldn’t be two hundred and eighty-six. There had been only one day of happy marriage, my wedding day. There had been too many nights waiting and fearing his return from the Black Bear Inn. The Emergency Room nurse knew I hadn’t walked into a door. I had to rid myself of the mental and physical pain, and bury the emotional scars. I needed money for freedom and happiness. It was the least I deserved.
[Read more…] about The RingBy Joy Manné
“It’s your mother’s birthday.”
“Last month”
“Check your birthday calendar.”
“Your mother borrowed it. To copy all the birthdays: your birthday, my birthday, the twins’ birthday, her own mother’s birthday, even though her mother is dead; the dog’s birthday, the parrot’s birthday—”
[Read more…] about Happy Birthday to You