By Chloe McDonald
“You guys ready for a summary of the news, and my interpretations thereof? Okay.
“Concluding Question Time, the Prime Minister smirked and said, “Chitter-chatter.
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Daily Flash Fiction Stories
By Chloe McDonald
“You guys ready for a summary of the news, and my interpretations thereof? Okay.
“Concluding Question Time, the Prime Minister smirked and said, “Chitter-chatter.
“Precise Meaning: We’re the best.Continue Reading This Story
By Mike Woods
The day began like an explosion. That’s because my immature flatmate thought it would be funny to tip a bottle of water over me after I failed to respond to my alarm clock.
“Hey Brad! That’s the third time this week! Switch that thing off,” Sherrie said, “It drives me in-sane!”
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By Annecdotist
Trina gulps her coffee and bites into her toast (the teeth-tingling strawberry jam negating the virtue of the wholemeal bread and thereby triggering the guilt that she never really took advantage of that introductory offer at the gym). Continue Reading This Story
By Myron Lysenko
On my way home from a day trying to teach grammar to Year Nine boys, I stopped at the market. My wife had told me to buy apples which were ready to eat now; not the kind that sat around for days. That’s what happened last time. So I picked up each apple, looked it over, and pressed it between my thumb and forefinger to see that it was ripe. They were Golden Delicious, my wife’s favourite. Last month I bought Granny Smiths by mistake. She hates them, because of the name rather than the taste. “I’m not a granny yet,” she yelled. She hasn’t been the same since I took her boxer for a walk without a leash and it got run over by an ambulance.
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By Brian Anderson
He liked the way she moved.
There was a fluidity to her as she crossed the bedroom. He enjoyed the sway of her hips as she eased onto the stool at her dressing table. Her body shifted beneath the silk confines of her negligee. It was an undertow. A flux charged with energy. He felt as if the air between them was alive with the power of her beauty and his desire for her.Continue Reading This Story
By Ian Luke
Chocolate is good for you, right? In Evie’s eyes, if a little was good, a lot was fantastic. She not only ate a lot, she looked like she ate a lot. So much, she struggled to get around the house.
Personally, I thought fishing was good for you. The open air, smell of the sea, peace and quiet. Really, what could be better? And if a little was good, a lot was better.
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