Category: flash fiction
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In The Name of Control
It is an act of happenstance that humans age. We were supposed to be the all supreme, controllers of our environment and all that means. At least, that’s what this book says. Personally, I’ve never felt one bit in control of this life. Try telling your military commanders or your knuckleheaded children to just go…
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The Day Maude Died
The day Maude died she expected it. The white daisies rambling across the mustard colored wallpaper had already begun mourning. Large drops of water appeared over them and rolled to the floor. “Good.” She mumbled. “This living business is for the birds.” Maude glowered from her 5th story window. At 11:59 she felt the air…
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War Paint
Lilli plopped two tubes of lipstick down in front of her mother. “Red for strength and energy.” Her mom admired the purple tube and cherry red lipstick. “Black to signal you’ve been here before.” At this her mother frowned. “You know I don’t like you wearing black lipstick.” Lilli rolled her eyes and huffed. “Mom,…
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Voyeurs
We must all be voyeurs at heart but, surveying the waiting area, I see no one else people watching like me. A middle aged woman scurries past carrying the group coffee haul. A family of five desperately attempts to redirect the youngest before the situation descends to tears. Then his eyes. They meet mine across…
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Game of Thrones
“So, what do you think?” Martin surveyed the grotesque display in front of him. He didn’t want to risk angering his captor, “It’s an interesting chair.” “Chair? Marty, my boy, look again. This is a throne.” The man in full tuxedo and a plastic raincoat strutted around with a slight giggle on the tip of…
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Salt
Saoirse could smell the ocean salt clinging to his skin. She could still see the sunlight reflecting in his hazel eyes. This was where Julian belonged. It hadn’t been good enough. He had the ocean in his soul but around here the dark corners echoed of empty promises far louder. She begged him. He answered…
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Hey Siri
Dan surveyed the film scattered before him.“There has to be something I’m missing.”Bodies, splayed open and surrounded by a hodgepodge of mystical ingredients, stared back at him.He really thought a handful of cinnamon would be the key.“Hey Siri, how do you reanimate a corpse?” 278 characters – 48 wordsFor Twittering TalesAnd yes, I asked Siri…
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Hey Siri
Dan surveyed the film scattered before him. “There has to be something I’m missing.” Bodies, splayed open and surrounded by a hodgepodge of mystical ingredients, stared back at him. He really thought a handful of cinnamon would be the key. “Hey Siri, how do you reanimate a corpse?” 278 characters – 48 words For Twittering…
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Becoming 100
The chair creaks under me, weighted by century old bones. “Congrats! You just amaze me; to think of the things you’ve seen and done!” I shift through the archives in attempt to place the young girl. She has the family blue eyes and my sweet Harry’s smile. A fanged man dominates her dark shirt. “Old…
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Day 339
Sometimes I forget to breathe. It’s not that I don’t want to. The air is just so heavy now. Like at the end of it all we only had sins left And they’re trying to smother the few of us that remain into non-existence. Of course I survived, heaven nor hell wanted me. I…
Kelley Farrell 