Showing posts with label Flash Fiction Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flash Fiction Friday. Show all posts

Friday, June 21, 2019

Piglet and the Oak Tree - A Flash Fiction Short


The storm raged overhead, wind whipping through the forest as rain lashed through canopy. Branches swayed and clashed and the ground grew sodden. Forks of lightning illuminate the sky as rumbles of thunder roar between the boughs.
The small piglet scrambles through the dark and the wet, terrified and alone. Separated from its herd, the small pig crashes through bushes and underbrush, too scared to think. It wants it’s family, the comforting touches of brothers and sisters pressing in from the sides, the protective all-encompassing presence of mother, the gruff affection from father. The storm had scattered them, and the piglet ran deeper into the old wood.


Home - A Flash Fiction Short

She pushed through the door to her little place roughly. She was exhausted and sore, and just wanted to be done with the day. Her little house was tucked back in the woods a bit, which allowed her the luxury of being left the hell alone when she felt like this. She flopped bonelessly into her favorite chair and took a deep breath. The sound of a chair scuffing across the floor comes from her kitchen.

Friday, May 31, 2019

They Ran - A Flash Fiction Short

They didn’t talk to each other. They moved quickly and quietly, winding through the suburban neighborhood just as the dark grey of dawn lightened into morning. One had a bloodied bandage wrapped around his forehead, where a richochet had cut deep when that guy in the suit had started shooting at everyone on I-5. They were lucky, a lot of people hadn’t gotten off the interstate yesterday but they had. All of the obvious ways out of the city were now jammed packed with cars and bodies, all trying to escape what was happening. And, today, those ways out were now death traps.

Friday, May 24, 2019

Dude Tells No Lies - A Flash Fiction Short

She cast her line in the water and set her legs just so to comfortably wait. This was her home, with the water rushing by and the buzz of insects skimming the water around her. And, if luck smiled on her, home would provide a beautiful catch for dinner tonight.