Daily Flash Fiction Stories
By Lisa Fox
We came to conquer our fears.
Agoraphobes staggered through the thick crowd with the blank determination of stone. Arachnophobes congregated together, clad in white as instructed to maximize visibility of their insect tormentors. Those with a fear of darkness—nyctophobia—huddled like a cluster of black widows, attired in the assigned night time camouflage…
[Read more…] about Is That an Emotional Support Robot?We were on the edge of an Ohio summer, spring rain still clinging to our skin. A morning breeze cooled my neck as I pressed my sweating back against the glass front door.
“You can walk straight ahead.” I directed my father as he squeezed through the tiled entryway. He tilted, maneuvering the maroon chair I had just bought at a garage sale after he begrudgingly agreed to drive it to my house in his new truck.
He set it down, shoulders moving with each breath. He wasn’t as strong as he used to be.
[Read more…] about The ChairBy Michael Propsom
I’m sitting at Allen’s kitchen table while he assembles ingredients for a fiber-laden bread guaranteed to optimize intestinal motility. My brother’s kitchen, like the rest of his house, is as orderly as his financial portfolio. In fact, I’m the only clutter he’s ever tolerated in his home.
[Read more…] about What Has Six Legs and Doesn’t Date?By FC Pierce
Myra and Leon were best friends at the Scharome Manor for Seniors in Brooklyn, New York. They were inseparable. “Oh, you kids!” the nursing staff used to joke good-naturedly.
But they weren’t kids. Myra was eighty-one, and Leon was seventy-nine. They were rounding the final bend, reaching the homestretch of their lives, and that’s why Leon created the pact.
[Read more…] about HeavenBy E. Redding
Besides the common aversion to spiders, heights, and tight spaces, I have other unusual fears—clowns and ice cream trucks. Perhaps the worst scenario would be a clown driving an ice cream truck. The connection between these two is that behind the seemingly cheerful face and jingle, something more sinister can lurk. The mere sound of the carnival-like tune, eerily carrying through the air, gives me goosebumps. So after our recent class discussion about addressing our fears head on, I decided to deal with at least one of them.
[Read more…] about The Ice Cream ManBy A.G. Bennett
I missed the shot.
Best damn looking buck I ever seen too. So beautiful. I got spooked, or I woulda made the shot, ‘stead of staring back at him, all bug-eyed. I wish you coulda seen him, big ol’ five-point like that. That buck was something special, alright.
[Read more…] about About That Buck