I’m Just a Corner Guy by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores

A man standing squeezed into a wood paneled corner with his hands in the pockets of his jeans

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS & MASTICADORES! He’s a corner guy and isn’t embarrassed to show it. He finds comfort in confining himself to a tight space. It’s not his body but mind that needs it…. Read More

No Photographs Please — Gobblers / Masticadores // Flash Fiction

A male and a female mime with painted faces and mouths open gesturing with both arms outstretched in front of them

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS/MASTICADORES! A man knows he’s handsome but there’s something he can’t stand. Having his photograph taken. Why? Insecurities come in many sizes and shapes. Please read ahead and click the blue link… Read More

A Dying Newspaper Promise by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Flash Fiction

A chubby, angry man in a coat, shirt, and pants is sitting on a chair and squeezing the life out of a newspaper

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS/MASTICADORES! Life can be intimidating. And so can be the newspaper. A man finds himself confronting the news every day. Not by choice but a supposed promise to his dying mother. It’s… Read More

Ms. Hellbich by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Flash Fiction

A pair of glasses lying on an open diary with a pen restring on the page

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS / MASTICADORES! A woman has suffered since childhood because of her last name. It’s far from pretty and conveys her in a negative light. Children gave her a hard time in… Read More

The King of Dust Bunnies by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Flash Fiction

A young man posing with bronze glitter smeared all over his bare body and face with his palms open beneath his chin

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME to TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS/MASTICADORES! We all are inspired to do things in life. But what if inspiration is needed to do nothing? Have no idea what I’m talking about? Oh dear! Then please read ahead… Read More

What’s Wrong with Your Mom? by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Flash Fiction

Graffiti on a wall showing a middle-aged mother smiling and a dialogue bubble saying - listen to your inner child

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS / MASTICADORES! A kid needs a break from his mother. She smothers him with too much care and attention. The other kids at school bully him about it. But what the… Read More

The Weather Gods Need Coffee – Flash Fiction Story

The stone statues of four gods standing in a row

Reading Time: 2 minutes ‘When I ask, you will speak!’ The sun god was the biggest bully. He thought his sunny disposition allowed him the liberty to push the other weather gods around. But he alone didn’t harbor this misconception. The wind… Read More

Fill in the Blanks by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores / Flash Fiction

A greyed image of a close up of a wide open mouth shown to be screaming

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS / MASTICADORES! When a baby is born, it knows how to cry. A natural act that doesn’t need to be taught. But what if the crying and subsequent talking don’t come… Read More

That Badass Challenge by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores /Flash Fiction

The close up of a woman's butt and her panties with Badass written on them

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS/MASTICADORES! We love comparing our joys, miseries, achievements, and failures with others. But what happens when the topic of comparison is a rather private one? Ahem! Not sure what I’m talking about?… Read More

The Doggone Poet by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores – Flash Fiction

Four dogs staring down from a wall

Reading Time: < 1 minute WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION AT GOBBLERS/MASTICADORES! A poet is a poet till not proven otherwise. And to prove that might be a long and futile battle. When the urge to rhyme is strong, then no one can… Read More

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