Daily Flash Fiction Stories
By Deborah Lee Singer
Forever stretches out before me, as I stare across hill after hill, mountain after mountain. Deep browns blend into dark greens and steely greys in a sea of nature. Leaves hang heavy with thick droplets, and the earth is soft underfoot. The sun is on the cusp of the horizon and lights up the cloud-streaked sky with vibrant pinks and deep purples. Nothing stirs except for the grass and trees in the gentle wind. I stand, minute against the vast expanse of nature.
By Rishav Koirala
Rhea hurried towards the bus stop. The place was drowned in an eerie silence. Somewhere, she could hear the distant ringing of a bell, but for that, nothing made a sound in the stillness. The street lamps flickered and made a crackling noise. She looked up to search for the moon but instead was rewarded with a cold lashing to the eyes. The rain splashed her curly hair and pale face, but it had been wet long before the rain touched it. She had been crying and was mopping her tears when a gloved hand rested on her shoulder.
Rhea flinched and looked behind her. Under a pitch black umbrella was a tall, lean figure in a grey suit and a red shirt. He looked oddly familiar.
By Amanda White
We’d been in the car together for fifteen hours. The last three had been in stony silence. I kept imagining he’d stop the car, drag me out by my hair, and toss me over the bridge railing into the gaping, waiting maws of the crocodiles.
“They’re alligators, darling,” he’d correct me out of habit, even as he pried my fingers loose, while I screamed and clung to him, saying, “Be merciful, don’t feed me to them, whatever they are!”
But he didn’t stop. And the silence went on.
By Samantha_5711
She stopped. Poised precociously against threatening, sandpapered bricks, she allowed her head to brush against the friction of the red cracks. Unintentionally, she gave in to the blissful moment of stillness for a second too long. When she used her hands to force her weary body off the wall, the gathering friction caused fine, untamed locks of her auburn curls to latch onto the molecular bumps of its red surface. She resisted the innate urge to fight her way off the adhesive wall, instead allowing her scalp to retain all its damaged strands. Next time, she will fight. Tonight she will stop.
By Caleb Echterling
“May I help you?” A nasal voice that exuded the aura of perpetual annoyance greeted twelve mean motherfuckers, as they tromped through the front door of the municipal building. The body from which the voice emerged was female, with puffy-permed blonde hair and bug-framed glasses that had spent the last twenty years going out of style, then back in style, then out of style again. She flashed the dead-eye, don’t-mess-with-me glare of a seasoned civil servant.
“We’re here to claim a leprechaun bounty. We got us a dead leprechaun.”
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By J.D. Hager
The pub always bumped on a Tuesday or Thursday night. Dollar pints of the finest microbrews brought revelers flooding into the hardwood aisles. Glasses of bitters and pales sparkled in brass-rimmed bar lights, and evil porters and stouts darkened the room more than seemed appropriate. Tables and chairs got pushed to the side, making room for more people drinking more beer. A band induced the crowd into a throbbing frenzy. Nobody ever knew the name of the band, which never looked the same. Many of the musicians looked familiar though, like maybe the drummer played bass last week, or the guitarist was dancing in the aisles on Tuesday. But then, many faces looked familiar. It was both the same and different every time.
