Rapid Fiction

Stored records of flash fiction or micro fiction pieces I have made and will make.

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Prompt: tree

Word count: 200

Sunlight speckled the ground, shining between leaves and branches. Something shifted, and the light now shone onto their book. It was far too bright for them to read. They frowned and reached behind their head to rap their knuckles against the Tree's trunk.

"You offered to give me shade, remember?"

Leaves rustled and wood creaked as the gap closed, shutting out the excess light.

Sorry.

They sighed as they redirected their attention to the book. The creaking wood sounded again before a few leaves fell onto their shoulder. They took a deep breath. Any minute now.

What are you reading?

"You're the one looking over my shoulder! I can’t even read with how distracting that is!"

More creaking and rustling. The leaves fell from their shoulders onto the ground.

I'm sorry.

They adjusted the book in their lap.

Will you read it to me?

"Why can’t you read it yourself?"

I'm a tree. I don't even have proper eyes.

They let their head fall back against the Tree with a dull thunk.

"I forgot again."

They cleared their throat as the leaves rustled quickly for a moment. After taking a deep breath they began to read.

"Once upon a time..."

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Prompt: sleep

Word count: 223

Dark bags hung under their eyes, evidence of the sleeplessness that has pursued them for the past week. They poked and prodded at the flesh around their bloodshot eyes, pointlessly watching the mirror as they did. There are beauty products to diminish things like this, but none of them were made for skin as pale as theirs. Maybe they could ask her to go to the store and check. They shuffled over to the bottom of the basement stairs and peered up at the sliver of light showing through the crack in the door. They sniffed the air. Lilac and... Green apple? She was taking a shower. Their stomach rumbled. Maybe if they fed themself they could sleep for at least a few minutes. They stared through the crack in the door with more intensity, then looked down at their feet. "She's lucky she's cute," they thought to themself as they slumped back over to the large black box, full of blankets and pillows. They climbed inside and swung the lid over, letting it fall into place and sealing themself in. They rolled around and stretched out in all sorts of ways, trying to find the best arrangement for blankets and pillows. Brow furrowed and eyes closed, they tried to summon sleep from... Well, from somewhere. Insomnia is a bitch for a vampire.

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Prompt: estate

Word count: 149

Round palms joined to stubby fingers clutched the thing, smudging the dull metal. His face was stretched out from a smile too big for his little cheeks, meanwhile she struggled to keep the tired curve on her lips. It was only five dollars. Only. Only because the shriveled old widow with the kind face saw her counting crumpled bills while her little boy's voice vibrated from the excitement over the toy car. Billy Henson from down the street had brought his truck set to the playground. “The kind with the spinny lights; the kind that makes all the sounds. You know, that you buy at the gas station." The kid was either too young or too kind to know the difference between that and what he held in his hand. That'll change when he brings it to school, but for the moment, she silently thanked god for estate sales.