Aww, my head hurts. What day is it? Blah, furry tongue, I need mouth wash. Shit man why is there toilet paper everywhere? Who let the cats out? Is that puke I can smell? Eww, Dave that’s revolting. On my shirt. You better be wearing pants dude. Just good friends, but not that good. Click. Is … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Boys
Tag: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Flash Fiction: The Little Brother
“Screw you guys, I’m going home.” Timmy pouted and stormed across the field. Never a good sport. The apple of mummy’s eye, wrong sat with the world, not him. Behind Timmy’s back, Davy extended his middle finger and held his tongue. Anything said would be held against him in the court of adults. His brother … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Little Brother
Flash Fiction: The Night Rider
No one saw Amber again. Her car found on the side of a remote road, untouched. No sign of foul play, her purse left sitting on the passage seat intact. The car in perfect working order. Young women from solid families didn’t just disappear into the horizon. A serial killer dubbed The Night Rider … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Night Rider
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 it. On three brothers - one… two… three… Bang, bang, bang. Oh, no men it’s coming our way looking aggravated. Quick, quick reload, heading right towards us. Fire. For the love of God fire. What … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Roswell
Flash Fiction: Lines
Silence. Water smothered their surroundings. A faint silver line separated the blue coming from the sky and the rippled liquid mirror. Sheila sighed, naked without her electronics. Her capturer refused to let her paddle, nothing to do but sit. The lack of personal space triggering anxiety. She could be on her X-box playing Mind Craft … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Lines
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. Cancer. She nagged him for decades to give up the cigarettes. “She’ll be alright, Sar, only live life once.” Left behind she watched their young grandchildren grow alone. The once joyful backyard, home to bitter-sweet … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Bench
Flash Fiction: Ground Zero
Out of her dirty car window, she saw the house demolished. She waited for relief to hit her, making the world ok again. It never came. Instead, her emotions were as flat as the ground before her. Should have stayed away… no, had to make sure. The house of horrors reduced to nothing more … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Ground Zero
Flash Fiction: Thread
The spinner of fate looked at her collection of threads; completed, wrapped around their reel. Life over. Such a shame. More vibrant the life, richer in colour the thread. The blacks and grey separated into their own collection; fated to entertain the devil. It would be easier to destroy the wicked, rid their dark souls … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Thread
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 out the window, comforting. Innocence. Although, I can’t see his eyes. Do they glow red? Can his head swing backwards? I saw that movie. Bet the walls are painted green with puke? Danger, danger. Step … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Door
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 be fine. Blowing in the ship is prohibited, the big fish bite. The cats can't get in, taunt them all you like. Watch out for paws. On occasion the fur swims. Never for long. The … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Life in a Tank
