Tag Archives: flash fiction

Vignette

I stood on the bank of a stream. A breeze blew through my hair. A voice called out to me, and I turned. My heart leapt, as it does when a friend greets you. I had not seen her in … Continue reading

Posted in writing | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Street at the End of Time

Photo courtesy of marcolm at FreeDigitalPhotos.net After she vanished, I felt the weight of isolation and the bitter irony of birds singing as tears streamed down my face. Vonnegut would have understood – “and so it goes.” The stones were … Continue reading

Posted in Prose and Poetry, writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Lovecraft Homage – flash story

Well, well. You just never know where a surge of inspiration will originate, perhaps while organizing one’s library. Hadn’t thought of the wonderful stories of H.P Lovecraft for some time, but unpacking an old edition of At the Mountains of … Continue reading

Posted in writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Six-Word Stories #2

Your suitcase is packed. Please leave. “It’s a boy!” “No it’s not.” Wanted: Friend who makes me smile. House for rent. Must like ghosts.

Posted in Prose and Poetry, writing | Tagged , , , | 3 Comments

Charlie, Charlie

A little tongue-in-cheek story. ______________________________________ Foyer of a dark abandoned house at night. Wind howls outside. A sheet of notebook paper lies in the middle of the dusty floor encircled by candles. Two pencils lie across one another, the one … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction for Young Readers, middle grade fiction, writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Six-Word Stories

Narrative magazine currently has submissions open for six-word stories. This short form has interested me for some time–a beautiful intersection of poetry and flash fiction, trying to encapsulate so much emotion, action, and experience in a brief moment. Below are … Continue reading

Posted in Prose and Poetry, writing | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Aching Moon

All I remember is two other brothers and I returning to the abbey late at night, chilled and hungry. Our ministrations in the plague-ridden village had offered little to those poor wretches writhing in pain. Brother Alwin was the first … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction for Young Readers, middle grade fiction, Prose and Poetry, writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment