Tannille

Flash Fiction: Mall of the Living Dolls

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

“Madness unleashed: inside the twisted chambers of lobotomies! Today we are exploring live on ‘Troubling History’.” Chills ran through my

Growing up in the 90s was great. Carefree, laid-back, and kids created their own fun… out of nothing. My year

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

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