I Love Crossword Puzzles by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
Hello! Welcome to TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS / MASTICADORES!
Crossword puzzles can be challenging.
They can be a great exercise for the brain.
But they can also be a pain if you can’t control your anger.
Read ahead and click the blue link to discover a man’s dangerous passion for them.
CHEERS!
Keep On Reading!What Would You Do – Flash Fiction Story
I 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 this information is someone close to me.
No longer a child but still far from being a ‘responsible’ adult.
There was an accident. A young man lost his life. He drowned. He could have been saved.
Keep On Reading!A Loving Taste by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
Welcome 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 canine buddy?
Is it so easy to let go? Or does one have to resort to a more permanent arrangement?
The heart and mind often overpower one’s senses.
Read ahead to have a taste of ‘crazy pet love’. Click the blue link. Enjoy!
Keep On Reading!Tumbleweed by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
Welcome!
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…
Read ahead, and click the blue link to find out exactly what I mean. Enjoy!
Keep On Reading!I Will Save Him – Flash Fiction Story
‘I will save him.’
Gurri looked at his wife. They were in the supermarket, aisle seven. He was having a hard time keeping his hands in his pockets. The sweet delights on the shelves were begging him to take them home. Glazed donuts and chocolate chip cookies were his favorite.
Natasha had been quieter than usual. So her sudden statement surprised him. But her words were familiar. Whenever the depressed woman saw a teenage boy, she wanted to become his savior. A mother who could guide, love, and reprimand.
Keep On Reading!Traitor John by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
Hello lovely readers! Hope you’re fit and fine without the extra wine.
Welcome to TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS / MASTICADORES!
What happens when the brain just can’t stop speaking?
It’s at loggerheads with the heart and won’t stop expressing.
Are the constant thoughts and chatter too much?
Read ahead to find out about John’s dilemma. Enjoy!
Cuckoo Bird Crazy – Flash Fiction Story
The 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 father’s.
The couple had never gotten along, and every decision was treated as a point of contention. So the birth of their son couldn’t be any different.
When names were being explored and openly spoken, the father had listed his choices:
Clint
Sam
Fred
Keep On Reading!A Highly Competitive Bitch by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
WELCOME 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 overtake ordinary people?
Or was the insanity already brewing inside?
Competition can be bloody and deadly!
Find out by reading ahead.
Keep On Reading!Husband, Wife & Culprit – Flash Fiction Story
Married at nine, Subbu knew little about her seventeen-year-old bridegroom. Her mother had told her that he lived two villages away and that his father was a landlord with enough resources to support an entire village. Subbu would live a good life. All her needs would be satisfied without her asking. But the girl would have to wait six years before she joined her husband.
By then, her body and mind would be more mature to handle what was expected of a wife.
Keep On Reading!Crybaby Radhey – Flash Fiction Story
Radhey was a crybaby. It was his signature characteristic.
From the time of his birth till the day of his death, Radhey’s face was a perpetual wetland. Salty streams had etched their course, puffing and wrinkling brown skin. But this was the least of Radhey’s concerns. His brain and heart were so busy competing for supremacy that his sense of self-awareness had dispersed.
There was no room for the three to scuffle.
Keep On Reading!
