Tag Archive: flash fiction

Somewhere

How can we fold 1000 cranes and let the wind blow them to where they belong, flying, fleeting to their destination? You bumped into me again today, your hand rubbing on my wrist.… Continue reading

Jailhouse Rock

The sharp broken scar on his face betrayed the soul of an artist. Indeed, it has been several sentences when he last heard that called him. He hadn’t been that popular, his name… Continue reading

High Noon (Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darlin’)

Six yards away, his hand poised by his holster, the sheriff tipped his hat ever so slightly downwards. “Yer late.” The bandit snarled, arms crossed across his chest. “Eng’neer stopped somewhere Midwest for… Continue reading

Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off

I promised her I’d bring home the purple curtains on my way home. When I got home, she greeted me with a soft kiss on my cheek. She’d been curled up sick the… Continue reading

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

(n) (1) Acing an exam never studied for while everyone else failed. (2) A tagged photo of your ex and she’s fat. (3) A cute young acquaintance kisses your cheek goodbye on a… Continue reading

Luck Be a Lady

I drummed my fingers on the table as the chubby girl in front of me droned on about her cats. So far, she was my third bust of the evening: the first, a… Continue reading

The Way You Look Tonight

To this day, I still wonder if he was lying, or if he was just being nice, or being spiteful, or dense, or really just plain wonderful, or if for some strange reason… Continue reading

Wind Beneath My Wings

To someone who didn’t know her, Melissa would seem to be asleep, curled up in a little ball, Mr. Bungley dangling by her arm. The size of the armchair she was in, it… Continue reading

That’s Entertainment

The song: A symphony in high E, belted undoubtedly by a mezzo-soprano, showcasing her frustrations, her goal to make her notes be as high as her temper. Or even higher, her vocal cords… Continue reading

Don’t Rain On My Parade

The rotund float of a monkey had just passed us by when we finally saw her: the elaborate white top embellished with golden tassels and the decently flayed skirt, as she marched, whistling… Continue reading