Tag: Flash Fiction

“Acceptance”:  A Piece of Flash Fiction

“Acceptance”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

Acceptance Her eyes lurked in the shadows.  She saw the haggard man there and the scuffed iron pistol he held in his shaking hand, but she pretended she didn’t.  If Vengeance deemed she was going to die between these red silk covers, then so be it.  But she would die with dignity.  When the gunshot sounded and the burning metal pierced her soft bronze skin, she was ready. . Author’s Note: In both my writing courses this past year at college, my professors emphasized that a story doesn’t have to be long to be a story.  I recognize length as […]

Posted July 29, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //
“To Reach the Unreachable Star”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

“To Reach the Unreachable Star”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

To Reach the Unreachable Star He pressed his face against the window and imagined that through the thick Plexiglas, he could feel the cold of space.  His bright green eyes absorbed the light of a thousand stars and silently, he prayed to whatever god was listening- please, please for the love of everything good and right in the world, let me pass this test.  He wouldn’t tell his peers this, but he was terrified.  Lieutenant Markus Albrieght had been studying for today’s test for six months in paperwork, but in reality, all his life. He wasn’t entirely ashamed to admit […]

Posted July 22, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //
“Come On, Get Higher”:  A Piece of Flash Fiction

“Come On, Get Higher”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

So far so good on another weekly commitment- I bring you this week’s “Flash Fiction Thursday”.  All typed on my boyfriend’s computer while he is at work.  And he has this snazz-tastic illuminated keyboard.  Squee! . Come On, Get Higher L’Hotel Promenade in Paris overlooked the most beautiful, bluest part of the Seine.  From her balcony, Adrienne could feel the north wind picking up her ebony curls, carrying with it the fresh smells of croissants and perfume.  Indeed, it was signature feel of Paris, and she had come here for the same reason that every other single woman in her […]

Posted July 15, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //
“When in Rome”:  A Piece of Flash Fiction

“When in Rome”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

Apparently, there’s something called “Flash Fiction Thursday”.  And nobody told me?  D’aw.  Well.  It’s Thursday, and I like writing, so here we are! . When In Rome Yvette sat down at the table and looked at her peculiar fellow diners.  Some were tall, some stout, and there was one man at the head of the table with a tall emerald hat on.  Eevee tucked her hair behind her ears and put her cap on her lap.  She was more inclined to look at the china teacup and saucer in front of her, with it’s tiny painted roses.  If she could […]

Posted July 8, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //
“Sane”:  A Piece of Flash Fiction

“Sane”: A Piece of Flash Fiction

Dirt had caked itself into every crease on my hands, like chocolate frosting, only more disgusting.  I cringed and looked up at the empty ceiling, and the hole I had been thrown through.  My only little bit of sunlight. The walls were caked with dirt, but when I felt madness creeping over me like an old friend, I would  scratch away the layers of grime until it began to crumble away on its own, burying itself beneath my once-manicured nails and revealing time-aged paintings and etchings on the walls.  I think by some fleeting hope I was expecting an escape […]

Posted June 28, 2010 in Writing // 0 Comments //