Flash Fiction Story – My Sweetest Enemy
Reading Time: 2 minutes Get up and leave! My mind screams, over and over. Otherwise, silent and poised, no one can tell I’m crumbling inside. It’s been months, maybe over a year. I thought time had done its job, healed me, rid… Read More
Flash Fiction Story – Taken Hostage Again
Reading Time: 2 minutes Thirty years of life and I’ve been taken hostage – twice. The first time, my mind was the culprit. The doctor said it was paranoia. I didn’t leave my home, convinced someone (or something) might murder me. Or… Read More
Flash Fiction Story – An Anniversary Gift
Reading Time: 2 minutes It’s hard to have happy thoughts when you know that you’re dying. Also, I still haven’t gotten over my wife’s death. She fell off a cliff four days ago, plunging to her death. She couldn’t have survived. I… Read More
Flash Fiction Story – A Man’s Life
Reading Time: 2 minutes I’m an honorable man. I live a respectable life. I love myself. These words are not my own thinking. I have bought them at a hefty price. Psychiatrists will never be affordable. They rob you of your money,… Read More
Flash Fiction Story – The Village Bride
Reading Time: 2 minutes Today I will be married, and the entire village is invited. Is that why my mother cries? I have seen her wet cheeks and swollen eyes. Yet she pretends it’s the dusty wind that bothers her. Is she… Read More
Flash Fiction Story – My Lovely Lady
Reading Time: 2 minutes She’s so beautiful that I want to stare at her every minute of the day. How do I explain such exquisiteness? Her eyes. The windows to her soul. They follow me. When I walk, sit, or just lay… Read More
Flash Fiction Story – Hell Is A Typo
Reading Time: 2 minutes ‘Hold on. I can’t find my glasses.’ I was blind without them. ‘You’re dead. You don’t need them.’ He had a point. But I was so used to wearing them. Felt naked without them. ‘You’re already naked.’ He… Read More
Flash Fiction Story – Goodbye Terry
Reading Time: 2 minutes There’s blood everywhere. Some from the gash on my forehead. Some from the cuts I can only feel. Lying on broken glass isn’t just painful. It’s a feeling that’s unexplainable. Especially when you’ve been tossed into the air… Read More
