Not a Matter of Choice – Flash Fiction Story
by Terveen Gill
Reading Time: 2 minutesCan I talk to you? What if I tell you that I’m lonely and needy? Is it alright to believe that I still have a chance? My name’s not important.…
Reading Time: 2 minutesCan I talk to you? What if I tell you that I’m lonely and needy? Is it alright to believe that I still have a chance? My name’s not important.…
Reading Time: 2 minutesHe held the stick firmly, fingers crisscrossed near the center. It would sturdy his grip and give him authority over the flames that were sputtering but then roaring again when…
Reading Time: 2 minutesAva is a face licker. This isn’t some extravagant term that carries some double meaning. The eight-year-old licks faces and that’s the tall and short of it. She may have…
Reading Time: 2 minutesSiffar knew she had lived beyond her years. Those whom she knew, loved, and hated had moved on. Where to? This wasn’t her burden. She was already bent over beneath…
Reading Time: 2 minutesI know something that I wish I didn’t. This knowledge came to me in the form of a confession. But I call it panic-stricken sharing. The person who gave me…
Reading Time: < 1 minuteWelcome to TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at Gobblers/Masticadores! A dog can be a man’s best friend. Loyal, loving, and a wonderful companion. But what happens when age catches up with a…
Reading Time: < 1 minuteWelcome! It’s Flash Fiction Tuesday at Gobblers / Masticadores. Lost and forlorn. A feeling that consumes and debilitates. Ever felt like people aren’t your thing, the world isn’t your place……
Reading Time: 2 minutesThe boy hated his name. It made him want to hide in the shadows and question his parents’ wisdom. But the nonsensical tag was more the mother’s doing than the…
Reading Time: < 1 minuteWELCOME to another edition of TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at Gobblers / Masticadores. What happens when a stupid game becomes a fight for life? Is it so easy for madness to…
Reading Time: 2 minutesParvati had never seen misery her entire life. Fifty-seven winters and her skin still glistened. Her hair was as black as charcoal. And her smile was a shapely window to…