Flash Fiction: Love Shack (a parody)
The little funky old shack was a family kept secret. A rite of passage. Each generation gave the pad their
Tag: Creative Writing
Flash Fiction: Santa’s Tears
Background:Recently, I discovered the wonderful world of NFTs. In short, for those who don’t know (I didn’t), NFTs are collectable
Flash Fiction: Itty-Bitty
Bob, the elf, stretched out his limbs and yawned as the bud of his lily opened and embraced the sun.
Flash Fiction: Caffeina
Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite met up for brunch. The goddesses reminisced over the good old days when the gods reined
Flash Fiction: The Haunt
It didn’t look like much, but it was theirs — a place for kids to hang out. No adults allowed.
Flash Fiction: The Wishing Chair
The old wood chair sat alone… in the snow. Once a set of six, now a set of none. For
Flash Fiction: Eggs
“We can’t afford to keep him. He eats too much. Have you seen the price of eggs these days?” “You’re
Flash Fiction: The Darling Shoes
The children turned out the light and waited under their covers, their shoes ready. Peter Pan always came… when good
Flash Fiction: Cycles
The ancient ruins stood strong and proud. The precision cutting of large bricks stumped historians. Evolution suggested the population only
Flash Fiction: Hiss! Hiss!
“What happened to you?” Brown trampled through The Fairy Express, cursing in naughty four-letter words he taught small children as
Flash Fiction: Wicked
Update:Life hit in fall swing. Never enough hours in the day, or rather never enough energy to do every intention
Flash Fiction: Snap. Snap.
Note:Our favourite naughty fairies return. More stories can be read under ‘The Fairy Express‘ tab. *~* The sun tucked herself
Flash Fiction: Brigit
The restaurant echoed with magic and the chants from joyful people. Souls, happy to mingle and be together. Light shone
Flash Fiction: Dylan
The waves came rolling in, a reflection of her mood. The beating heart of the ocean throbbed in time with
Flash Fiction: The Hotel
The Hotel is old, boutique… bohemian. Only the daring walk through her quirky halls. Legends tell of doors swinging on
Flash Fiction: Lights in the Review
Tannille ponders over the writing prompt and nudges The Muse. “Hey Muse, have you come up with a story yet?”
Flash Fiction: Sweet Molly
Writer’s UpDate…Fudge-cakes where does the time go? Can’t believe I haven’t posted for two months! Doesn’t feel that long. October,
Flash Fiction: Money Spinner
The vintage carousel shook off her dust. In mint condition, her days in storage made no sense. The city organisers
Flash Fiction: Snake Eyes
The shop looked out of place; its items bohemian at best, sinister at worse — the weird and wacky. Heads
Flash Fiction: Silver Lining
The sun broke through the grey clouds, creating an opening between heaven and earth. The valkyrie speed on her pegasus.
Flash Fiction: Life is an Elevator
Writer Update:Still Alive! This time of year The Muse takes a holiday. I can only describe September/October as my equivalent
Flash Fiction: Ripples
The nymph watched beneath the water. Her body, a shimmery dark mass under nature’s mirror. On the bank, a young
Flash Fiction: Hibernation
This picture represents me right now. It’s been freaking cold and today was the first day in months we’ve had
Flash Fiction: The Last Train
Note:I wrote this gem back in March 2018. Inspiration came from a prompt game on my phone; every three minutes
Flash Fiction: Stumped
Note:More Conversations with The Muse can be found here. *~* LOCATION: Tannille’s mind’s eye “Are you going to help me or
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