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Flash Fiction Stories

Flash fiction stories vary in length from anywhere between one hundred to one thousand words.

The aim of flash fiction is to ensure every word is absolutely necessary.

Stories in this category can cover any of the fiction genres, the challenge being to engage the reader and tell a complete story within a limited number of words.

Brightest Star

You the keeper of my internal flame that shall forever burn bright

Ever since man looked to the heavens, they have tried to understand the mysteries that surround them. To make sense of the unknown and to label the mysteries. Look to the heavens and you shall see Sirius, the brightest night star. But to me the brightest star is you.  Yes for you are my pillar and my celestial guide. My Nephi you became my Angel. When I stumble with my day to day life, I stop during the darkest part of ni...

Solar System

I wonder how they talk...

  Another usual weekend morning in the family. The Sun was cooking breakfast, while her children were in the family room.   Mercury, Venus, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto were noisily playing scrabble. Mars was doing his school homework and get confused about something, so he asked, "Earth why is it your lands are more fertile than mine?" Earth stopped her knitting and lifted her shoulder. "I don't know, Mars," was her only r...

All about the nice VA lady and a new iPhone

I'd been making gestures at my computer for years, well, at least one particular gesture...

How’s by you, Grady Lee? Funniest thing happened yesterday. This nice lady from the Veterans Administration stopped by and said what I really needed, I mean with my having gone from hard of seeing to being blinder than any known bat, was one of those so-called smart Apple iPhones. I told her I knew a bit about the thing, how you made gestures to work it, and let her know I'd been making gestures at my computer for years,...

Welshdreamer42

Leaning as far over as she dared, she peered under the lake’s gently rippling surface. She could see all the way to the silt and rock bottom but couldn’t discern a black rectangle protruding from it. The phone was gone. “Stupid, stupid,” she muttered. “Where is it?” She risked leaning even farther, searching beneath the canoe but the old wooden vessel creaked in protest and tilted perilously, threatening to capsize. She s...

Scamp is a small long tailed monkey and is always planning things. Sparky is a Jack Russell terrier who is wise and tries to keep Scamp out of mischief. They are best friends. They live on a big farm with lots of friends and a sweet human lady who is patient and kind.It was early afternoon and the Lady wanted to visit the library in town. Scamp and Sparky loved hearing about the library and what it looked like. They loved...

Warning: Very coarse language used in two places. One of the best jobs I held prior to my days in law enforcement was working for an armoured car company. I drove an older armoured truck that would take a tank to dent. The hours were good and the pay was decent. It was one of the only places that I would come into work on my off days if asked. We spend our days picking up and delivered cash and coin to various businesses...

Storm

One enchanting night...

  They are standing by the window wrapped in each others arms. Enjoying the view of the enchanting super blood blue moon, brightly shining in the starless night sky. Fireflies are like stars below. Flying around the lovers as they kiss, surrounded by the magical glow. Storm is brewing between the lovers as their kiss turns to one passionate kiss after another, ignites a fire within their souls. He lifts her up and carries...

Christopher's Toil

his recent lack of human contact had done little to dispel the myth...

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves which had been scattered haphazardly around the secluded woodland cabin. The local druids knew that the spirits of the trees from which the leaves had been collected would wander the nearby environment to watch over their every fallen stipule and bract. Of course, the reason for enticing the tree spirits to this incidental vigil over the dwelling was to ward off unwanted creatures who ma...

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The Fisherman and the Mermaid

Do you believe in Mermaids?

    “Mermaids, Kelpies, Harpies,” he muttered. “Superstitious fools.” The old fisherman was motoring his dory out of the harbor. “They blame the lack of skill on make believe creatures.” Fishing had been down recently. Soon the fisherman had his 200 hook line baited and laid out. He laid back under a tarp and the stars to sleep. Waking, he started to retrieve the line. A club in hand ready to dispatch the fish, but most h...

Anonymous

Fatal Vision

When disbelief turns deadly...

I could not help remembering the old homeless man who explained that he possesses psychic abilities. I thought him nothing more than delusional when he told me he could see into the future, glimpsing visions of when and how others would die. I scoffed, for surely no one ever believed him. That exchange and his grim face were my last thoughts as I bled out on the street in front of the truck that hit me.  

The New Patient

For her, the war had never been personal, but the new patient had fought there and been wounded.

On a hot Friday afternoon in the summer of 1970, a young nursing student left work at the VA hospital, and hurried out to the nearby bus stop on First Avenue. The usual stop-and-go Friday traffic appeared to be stuck on stop. From the open windows of a gypsy cab came the sound of an all-news station. “In other national news, a Defense Department spokesman said 18,000 of the 31,000 US troops ordered into Cambodia by Presid...

Distance Dream

Tease the red hair lass

As the old man sits with his afternoon tea.  Pipe tightly between teeth, he nods off.Dreams flood over his old bones of the moorsThe moors of his childhood.  Happy days with his family.  The sounds of his youth good and badThe soulful sound of pipes move his dream along.  First a grand memory, dressed in his uniform teasing that beautiful red hair lass.A smile breaks free as his pipe falls to his lap.

The Myna sang in the heat of the day. Warm breeze blowing through the tall Maasai grass.  The hunter crept quietly toward his prey.  Stopping nose in the air.  Slow step by step.  His movement fluid and determined.  Low grunt, tail twitched. His nose filled with his prey scent.  Eyes flash. Muscle tense. The King.  The mighty African Lion. Charges his prey.  Rolling with huge paws flashing.  The man falls under his weight...

Holding Sweet Dee

The bond they share makes beautiful music .....

After I finish the chores, the drudgery that is each day, I prepare for my time with Dee. She is simply the longest, most loving relationship I have ever had and tonight needs to be special. I light candles and turn down the stereo, wanting the mood to be perfect. It is our first time in such a long time. We used to have these little get togethers every day, now they are becoming far to rare for my tastes. I know it is my...

Anonymous

scarecrow

metaphorical short-story flash fiction

Scarecrow. I am the hideous straw man, looking twisted in broad daylight. Patched together carelessly with old-fashioned clothes, and hung up like an unappreciated martyr, looking upwards towards the skies. I scare away flying pests, with my twisted expression and evil intent. Even humans pass me by, shuddering away, as the crows hawk in abundance, field mice and insects scuffling below my straw feet.   If I had a soul pl...