Tag: Flash Fiction Thursdays

The Creature

Posted November 3, 2016
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Wulf wrapped his fingers around the rock. It was jagged, and dirty. He felt its rough edges cutting against his palm, but he didn’t care. He cared only about the weight of it, and the truth of his aim. He lifted his weapon slightly off the ground so that the blades of grass barely brushed against the bottom and his fingers. They were like little bug bites, and he lifted his fingers a hair higher, the heaviness of the rock pulling at his muscles at the awkward height. Wulf forced himself to ignore the discomfort – the beast was more […]

“Coin”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

Posted January 5, 2012
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The coin felt like hope in her hand. Jessalynn smiled as she held it flat against her palm, rubbing it’s cold, bumpy surface with her thumb. This coin – this was the first. When the man handed it to her, so many years ago, it felt as heavy as the burden it implied: murder. Now it was light, and murder was child’s play. She stretched out her legs and flipped her hair over her shoulder, watching the black and white television screen intently. The world she had come from was much like the one she watched now. Dirty children on […]

“The Top of the World”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

Posted October 28, 2010
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The Top of the World. Ellianne looked down from her cloud and smiled at the sparrows that were playing the grass below her. The were little companions to her, the sparrows. Like mice to sit in her pockets, only the sparrows were free to go where they pleased, anywhere at all. And she would follow them. She smiled and the wind pushed her blonde hair around her like a fuzzy scarf. She liked autumn. It was her favourite time of year. In fact, she liked it so much that she waiting until mid-November to fly south with the birds, […]