Daily Flash Fiction Stories
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.”
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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.Continue Reading This Story
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.
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By Bart Van Goethem
He had the perfect wife, the perfect kids, the perfect house, even the perfect dog, but he did it anyway.
By Scott A. Bullard
“Enjoy the show, man. Feel your life.”
Damon Zealot accepted his instrument from the long-haired bouncer and smiled enthusiastically. He checked over his guitar once he finally made it into the underground arena. The strings were fine but more importantly, so was the camera inside. With the evidence he collected today he should be able to exchange it all for a new car and a year’s worth of rent. He knew he would find copyright violations. That was a given. He was also hoping to find a lot of TruIDs, unauthorized inventions, and even celebrities. Enough celebs and he could afford an entire house. But first, he had to work his way near the stage.
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By Janelle Jalbert
He hit send and waited for a reply. Two minutes later, Tim had a date. They had exchanged emails, texts, and a call or two over the last two weeks, so he decided to pull the trigger.
“Ok, McGrath’s is good,” the text read. “May be a little late depending on work. I’ll be in a blue shirt with a red necklace in case you’re not sure.”
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