Flash Fiction

"Why do they have to keep bloody changing things? Tell me, what’s wrong with just a good old fashioned pub?"

I haven’t made it into the men’s shelter in weeks.

Lorraine didn’t understand the game she was supposed to be playing. It reminded her vaguely of a poster she’d seen at a science fair once. Letters, numbers, tiles. All arranged very strictly…

He said he always wanted to carve their initials in a heart into the trunk.

She viciously accused him of having a secret lover and didn’t let up until she finally pushed him over the edge and he stomped out the door, leaving in a rage.

The murderer casually reached into his jacket and pulled out – my heart stopped – a small gift box. The blonde hanging on his arm gasped and hugged him. A smirk touched the corners of his lip…

The oak had stood by the gate house to the Hall for generations; grandfather had been aware of the need to fell it but never could do so therefore it was a blessing when lightning struck it d…

She is Lorraine!

And it’s Lorraine’s Turn!

When it came to her turn Lorraine froze within while remaining outwardly calm… She threw the dice and they rattled across the baize of the table….
The viewing room was as safe as it was p…

They say we’re fighting, we say, we’re just getting along.

“Nice hair.”

“Who’s looking at hair?”

John enters his apartment to find a single red rose and a card.

The young wife of the captain wailed hysterically as she cradled his head on her breasts swelled as they were due to the lateness of her pregnancy.
The battle was over and only the slain remai…

As read in the Nickel Ads…

Dear Sir,
You are a jerk with a red zip up jacket and a bald head. You bumped into me while I was running for the bus on Flanders Street last Wednesday at 4:4…

We argued for ages about that one.

This intrusion into my home angered me.

The last time he had rode old Sadie it was a traumatic experience.

The story was exciting and compelling. He couldn’t put it down.