Flash Fiction – Page 3

Flash Fiction: The Candy Wars

Disgruntled Christmas elves decided to franchise — candy stores all year round. Their marketing campaign targeted grandparents. With zero intent

Out on a date with The Muse.“You’re really struggling with this prompt picture, aren’t you?”The Muse smirks as Tannille nods.

Grandma loved her garden. She always pottered about attending to something. Sometimes I followed along, listening to stories of the

“Let’s swear… when we grow up we’ll be rockstars together.”The 12-year-olds engaged in a blood oath, friends forever. For years,

The old sea-themed restaurant, Sharks, sits on the docks. Its mascot hangs from the ceiling and its walls are covered

Tannille stares at the writing prompt picture, begging The Muse to formulate a story — an itty-bitty story to share

It started as a stupid dare. The Midnight Club broke into the abandoned mall. With phone lights to guide them,

Maddy followed the hustle of the city. Her accounting firm volunteered her for a doughnut and coffee run. The job

The Fairy Godmother clicked her tongue. This simply wouldn’t do. Did the imbeciles really believe she created carriages out of

The Fairy Godmother wandered into the fabric store. The Hollywood gala was an hour away. For slippers’ sake, why do

They call The Malefica witches… or worse. Their mystique is charming, yet terrifying. From time to time, the locals point

No one believed Tiffany. She didn’t do it. She never did. Bob, always damn Bob. One slight problem — no