Flash Fiction – Page 4

Flash Fiction: Sands of Life

The old man sat on the beach. Waves caressed his feet as he reflected on his mortality. The sands in

The sandman visited soul after soul, offering escapism from the harsh reality of life. The only freedom for the sick,

We used to sit in those chairs. Sharing the clouds in our coffee. Our friendship, solid as a rock —

“Don’t point that thing at me.”Tony’s hands flew to his crotch.“Nah, that thing is already too small.”“Let me have a

Electric-Blue Fairy (or EB for short) stood by the sidelines as the band played. She needed a spectacular prank to

The island became plagued with the flu. Jude, being the local doctor, heard all the moans and groans. None worse

Painted by muses. Only the special see the world beyond the mural. Step into the forest if you dare. Most

“Should we?” “It’s tempting. But the last time you threw someone overboard, they couldn’t swim. My ears still ring from

A Long Way From Home… Tannille drew a blank as she wandered through the writing prompt picture of a deserted

Ruins: such mystery, a majestic command of times bygone. Once my home, now rubble. The Romans came. The Romans destroyed.

Pearl Alley thrived. The local dress shop catered to the nudists. Jude and Coen stripped off their gear and stored

Sleepovers are supposed to be fun. Instead, Elena found herself trapped with her two besties, who insisted on a pseudo-dinner