Friday Fictioneers – Page 5

Flash Fiction: Drip Drip!

Mum pegged the stuffed animals on the clothesline and returned inside with her basket. “I freaking hate wash day,” said

Alice banged her fists on the looking glass. Home so close, yet so far. “But Alice, you are home.” She

Ben and Beth were on the run, fleeing from monsters. They found the perfect place to hide in the bush

The store accumulated junk. Items the fairies stole. Silly items to mess with humans. To make the humans think they

Little Red decided to stop by the playground on the way to her grandmother’s house. Her gum boots stomped through

The sky cried — cruel and unforgiving. “Ah crap, one line and I’m blocked… Muse? No gods, fairies, or other

The ferryman paused at his girlfriend’s kitchen table. His eternal lamps burned, waiting for him. At least they never went

“How can anyone be inspired by this mess?” Said one muse to another. “It’s called organised chaos.” “But it’s not

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, sighed and sipped wine from her crystal glass. “Alexa, pause the tv.” The theatre room’s

The children skipped along the old street stained with graffiti. They mulled around an authentic decades-old bench table and parked

Writer Update:I didn’t mean to take a blogging hiatus. I never do, life happens. Also, if I am honest, there

Once Upon a time, in the 21st century… An Instagram ready princess, posed on her balcony. Her lips a flawless