#flash ficition

[sarahtorribio-blog]

Flash fiction: "Lorrie"

LORRIE Lorrie liked to go out to bars and clubs, looking for a man. “I call it shopping for heartache,” she’d say. >>last post <<next post

[seanmhollows-blog]

What's Yours is Mine

What’s Yours is Mine

A jet black Mustang scorched down the 225. This road is mine.

Donahue retched cold from another gin shot. But no. Even if tomorrow was going to be a cottonmouth haze, it was his haze to have.

His arm extended out the window to an exhuming summer night; sunset like a brushstroke of passing storm clouds. Its lashing breeze hissed, knocked him back to the road. He was numbed to all but the…

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[somesupershortstories]

This bed is comfortable. Why is the ceiling getting farther? Huh, I never noticed the teeth in my pillows. The End

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[somesupershortstories]

"I'll bookmark this for later." It's never later. The End

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[mana-junkie]

Alice looked up at the stars. "I think I should call him."  Donnelly added another stick to the campfire. They had the grounds to themselves - not many people were camping this time of year. There were seven tents in total, some scrounged, some bought hurriedly, different sizes, and some people were sleeping in their cars...

[miniaturefiction]

Night Rider

I own the night. No one makes a move in my area when I'm on patrol. The criminals know when they see me on Bike Patrol at the community park, they better stay away... or else.

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[reckless-harmonium]

Tuesday- An Alex orginal (circa high school approx 2010)

Rain fell quickly from the sky, the drops raced to reach the ground- each winner hitting with a loud, boisterous thump. Flower petals in the distance bent uncomfortably backwards as the heavy rain tested their strength. Yellow headlights dotted the street as cars slowed in the late afternoon traffic. The drivers adjusted their windshield wipers, danced to their music, wiped their eyes, and dropped the last of their cigarettes into the wet street below only to have their contents squished out by the tire of the following car. I hated everyone today, especially the people sitting in the comfort of their own cars while I stood on the corner of Main and Spruce, waiting quite impatiently for the bus.