The ImmorTales – Tannille

Flash Fiction: Never Enter the Attic

They call The Malefica witches… or worse. Their mystique is charming, yet terrifying. From time to time, the locals point

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

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

Ruins: such mystery, a majestic command of times bygone. Once my home, now rubble. The Romans came. The Romans destroyed.

Pearl Alley thrived. The local dress shop catered to the nudists. Jude and Coen stripped off their gear and stored

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

The waves came rolling in, a reflection of her mood. The beating heart of the ocean throbbed in time with

“That won’t keep vampires out,” said Alexander toying with the stand of garlic hanging on the wall. “Then why the

Hecate, the Greek goddess of crossroads, tapped her foot at the multilane intersection. Her job, much easier during the classic

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. Note: For this flash

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