Daily Flash Fiction Stories
By Mollie Claire
Everyone in New England remembers the blizzard of ’78. The news stations would light up at the slightest sign of winter precipitation. It was an opportunity to relive the blizzard of ’78 through choppy newsreel and commentary, while reminding locals to stockpile bread, milk and eggs. Me? I remember the blizzard of 2005.
[Read more…] about Wait For Me
By Christian Greenwood
Sat at work, he stared out over the office and thought, “One day this will all be over.” He was wrong.
By Anne Godwin
Christmas Eve in the supermarket. The Wilson dynasty has turned up with one representative of each of the four generations, as if to take part in some family game show. Having appointed myself unofficial captain, I have to say that I am pleased with our team’s performance so far. Dad’s prowess in navigating a route through the battalions of overladen trolleys should earn us a good few points. Sing along to the musak, never mind the words: Gran and the baby have represented us on this round with great enthusiasm, their dedicated training over the last few months with Baby’s First Book of Nursery Rhymes putting them several steps ahead of the competition. [Read more…] about The Wilsons Go Shopping
By zeleroi
After the mist settled, they lay in the grass behind the riverfront bar. Yet before the sun rose, her naked body had already parted. “My hangover is major,” he mumbled.
“Waking up alone is weird if you lay down with someone.”
I sip my ginger tea and look at him. “Maybe,” I begin, “you look better at night.”
[Read more…] about Have to Suck at Something
By Micheal Larson 3rd
Sarah couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned, and eventually found herself staring ahead at the closet door. Slowly, it creaked open, and a skeleton hand crept out from inside. The moonlight shined in through the window, and the hand tapped on the door lightly. Sarah screamed. Her dog jumped off the bed, startled, and when here parents came rushing into the room, she said,
“There’s a skeleton in my closet!” They whipped open the door, and there was nothing there but empty shelves, and clothing hung on hangers. [Read more…] about The Skeleton Hand
By Mollie Claire
“Today’s piano lessons. Mimi says I can wear my Sunday shoes because Mother didn’t pack ‘nother pair”, Ella stared up at the old man, one hand placed defiantly on each hip. Papaw was waxing his Roadmaster, which was more boat than Buick. She admired her reflection on the exterior. The glint of her gold shoe buckles in the hot Mississippi sun sparkled like Mimi’s earrings. She would be a lady like Mimi one day, Ella thought. Her future tasted like mint juleps and finger sandwiches, audacious sun hats and society gossip.
[Read more…] about Ella Synesthesia
By Bart Van Goethem
He had the perfect wife, the perfect kids, the perfect house, even the perfect dog, but he did it anyway.