Flash Fiction: Roswell
Is it a bird, is it a plane? No, it’s an unidentified flying object. Let’s shoot the crap out of
Flash Fiction: Lines
Silence. Water smothered their surroundings. A faint silver line separated the blue coming from the sky and the rippled liquid
Flash Fiction: The Bench
Ice covered the bench just as it tombed Sarah’s heart. As the seasons changed her husband suffered an agonising death.
Flash Fiction: Ground Zero
Out of her dirty car window, she saw the house demolished. She waited for relief to hit her, making
Flash Fiction: Thread
The spinner of fate looked at her collection of threads; completed, wrapped around their reel. Life over. Such a shame.
Flash Fiction: The Door
Knock, knock. Hello God are you there? No? The knob isn’t warm. Must be safe to enter. A kid peers
Flash Fiction: Life in a Tank
Life in a tank is pretty funky. No predators only fish droppings to turn the gills green. Don’t swallow, you’ll
