Writing Prompt – Page 18

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

No one saw Amber again. Her car found on the side of a remote road, untouched. No sign of

Is it a bird, is it a plane? No, it’s an unidentified flying object. Let’s shoot the crap out of

Silence. Water smothered their surroundings. A faint silver line separated the blue coming from the sky and the rippled liquid

Out of her dirty car window, she saw the house demolished. She waited for relief to hit her, making

The spinner of fate looked at her collection of threads; completed, wrapped around their reel. Life over. Such a shame.

Knock, knock. Hello God are you there? No? The knob isn’t warm. Must be safe to enter. A kid peers

Life in a tank is pretty funky. No predators only fish droppings to turn the gills green. Don’t swallow, you’ll