Category flash fiction

Review: The Second Experimental Notebook of C. S. Boyack

The Experimental Notebook of C. S. Boyack II CS Boyack‘s second experimental notebook is the perfect book to read just before Halloween. It has vampires, a haunted house, murderers, grave robbers — What? I missed the Halloween deadline? OK, I can work around that. Let’s try something else: CS Boyack’s second experimental notebook is the […]

Meanwhile, in the Back Yard

I step onto the back porch and spot an old Chinese man in my yard. I yell at him, “This is private property. Shove off.” The old man gives me a snaggle-toothed smile, raises his fist in my direction, and flicks his thumb up. The thumb is dyed black. I raise my fist and flick […]

Short Story Writing Contest: Winning Story

Originally posted on Amid The Imaginary:
The Kiss of High Treason Chosen writing prompt: Knight To this day, words still whispered of the dark place concealed in the enchanted forest and the ancient secrets contained inside. Ariella had spent hours penetrating the thicket of oaks and silver birches hoping to uncover her one true desire.…

Professional Courtesy

Originally posted on Inconsistent Pacing:
The first time was a shock. The zip came down, and there I was, dead eyes staring up at me. I was sick, noisily, in a bin. It was only the second time I’d been sick at work, ever – the first was a floater, a corpse that had been…

Microfiction: Natural Habitat

I plan to resume my magazine quest with a new post tonight or tomorrow, but I thought I’d post something short this morning since I’ve been away from the blog for a while. I recently read a flash fiction story at CS Boyack’s site, a few lines of which reminded me of a microfiction I’d […]

Inspired by the Neighbours

Originally posted on Storyville:
I found this little story on the reader using the tag micro fiction. I really like it and the twist at the end is interesting so I thought I’d right a follow up piece. He got up from his spot in the dirt and looked out in direction the Sheriff…

Microfiction: County Road

The Sheriff slid his patrol car to a stop on the gravel shoulder of county road 555.  He got out, looked at the setting sun for a moment, then opened the trunk and pulled out a rifle. He worked the rifle’s lever action, loading a round into the chamber as he walked towards a campfire.  Homeless […]