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Flash Fiction: Pimp My Ride

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

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

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

Electric-Blue Fairy (or EB for short) stood by the sidelines as the band played. She needed a spectacular prank to

The island became plagued with the flu. Jude, being the local doctor, heard all the moans and groans. None worse

Tanya waited for Zwarte Piet to come down the chimney. Colouring in her book killed time. Why didn’t he just

Painted by muses. Only the special see the world beyond the mural. Step into the forest if you dare. Most

“Should we?” “It’s tempting. But the last time you threw someone overboard, they couldn’t swim. My ears still ring from