Flash Fiction – Page 2

A Champion for Womankind

Sometimes a woman needs to take matters into her own hands Holly stood on the edge of the cliff and thought

“Naughty chair, now.” “But mum —” Her mother gave her “the look”. Medusa had nothing on her mother. Maybe Perseus

There’s no place like home. Dorothy skipped through the field. Her adventures with Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion lived on in

SexyChick2005 pulled her jacket tighter around her body as she walked through the city. Every so often, she looked over

“I swear it was here!” The clearing in the forest was odd, no denying it. Flora refused to take root.

“The rust bucket has to go. It’s unsightly. The talk of the town.”“But it’s got history.”“Don’t care. It makes the

When I was in school, kids were free-range. Most of us came and went as we pleased… to a degree.

The Brown Fairy goes about doing his thing. An uncover fiend of the night. Piles of doggy doos left as

She drove through the night. Headlights offered little guidance along the blackened country road. Memories flooded her eyes. “I have

Tannille followed The Muse along a cleared footpath. Boulders acted as a boundary between the snowy wilderness and civilisation. “Don’t

Tannille and the Muse fish for story ideas. The prompt picture: a picturesque house by shimmering ocean waters. “You know

The Fairy Godmother sipped on her pumpkin spice latte. The bells on the door to her workshop rattled. “Shit.” Cindy