Flash Fiction: Alice and the Looking Glass
Alice banged her fists on the looking glass. Home so close, yet so far. “But Alice, you are home.” She
Tag: Psychological
Flash Fiction: Numb
TANNILLE: Why is everything I write crap? So flat, colourless. MUSE: You place too many restrictions on me. No more
Flash Fiction: Offerings
The sun’s rays shone down on eggs, lined up in a row. Offerings to the sun god. No one knew
Flash Fiction: The Man in the Window
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. “Mummy there’s a man
Tannille 