All posts filed under: Short Stories & Flash Fiction

Short Stories & Flash Fictions contains a collection of prose pieces that range from six words to three thousand words. Some are linked into each other; the vast majority are one hundred or two hundred words entries for weekly prompts.

Friday Fiction Challenge – Carry On The Story

I kicked this off last week but since there was only one response I thought we might extend the run of it a little bit. Below you will find the opening of a story. The first part I wrote, the second part was written by Kaleiyah Prose. All you need to do is carry the story on in the comments below. Have fun. The pocket watch has sixteen hands and they all pointed in the same direction. Twelve. It was ridiculous really, who would want a watch that didn’t tell the time, never mind one that had sixteen hands, none of which had ever moved a millimetre. Marcel clicked the watch closed and slid it inside his jacket pocket. He was used to the weight of it bumping against his ribs as he walked and when it wasn’t there he missed it. Missed the useless bit of junk like a limb. He waited for the little man to light up green on the crossing and checked both ways. The way was clear and he followed as the …

Every Kiss In Buenos Aires

The child was no more than eight years old, he was fair haired, dark eyed, and prone to long bouts of silence that could stretch for months at a time. Amanda knew this because it had said as much in the file she had been given. The file that told her nearly nothing about the boy at all and contained a single pass key to zap her through any security door that got in her way. When she met him he was staring out of the glass doors of the day room at St. Augustine’s Hospital for Children. It wasn’t much of a garden in Amanda’s opinion. A single square of perfectly cut grass and three neat slices of exposed soil, pinpricked with pansies of varying colours. The only interruption to this order was the stone fountain in the centre. Three foot in height,  the round, shallow bowl played host to three starlings. They chirped and splashed and played and eventually they flew away as a nurse opened a window and disturbed them. They boy …

Keeping Things Casual – Flash Fiction Freewrite

‘We’re keeping things casual you know, no pressure.’ Keeping her foot on the clutch Shannon switched from second to third gear and eased off the roundabout, trying to ignore the silence on the other end of the phone. Above her the hands-free device blinked balefully, reminding her that it was about time she put it on charge but that it hadn’t died yet. The lights on the crossing up ahead moved from green to amber and she swore softly as she reached for the break and moved back down the gears. Traffic always seem to be against her when she called her sister. ‘Casual?’ said Karla on the other end of the line. ‘We both know that you don’t do casual.’ ‘That’s nonsense and you know it! Anyway, this time it’ll be fine. Rick’s  a great guy but he’s not really my type. Yeah he’s cute but he’s so god-damn boring. I think if I had to listen to that all day I’d throw myself out the third floor bathroom window.’ A couple with a …

Hollow Flowers – Friday Fictioneers

The flowers were supposed to be an apology and a promise. The apology was for buying three thousand miniature figures of a unknown comic book hero and failing to find somewhere other than the living room to store them. The promise was that they would be gone before she got back from her sister’s the following week. He bought her a second bouquet when that deadline came and went and the boxes were still rendering the kitchen inaccessible. They were pretty flowers, she’d admit that. The flames were beautiful though. She liked them much better than any bunch of flowers. (100 words)

One Word

It started with one word. What it was exactly, I can’t remember. The world perhaps. The universe? This? Us? All of it from one, little word. [140 characters] I adore microfiction and Twittering Tales is just fab! Check out some of the fantastic stories from last week with the link above and if you want, join in with your own! Best of luck and happy reading.

Quite Possibly

Eloise placed the wine glass down on the table untouched. ‘You didn’t seriously…?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘You just…?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘Does that mean…?’ ‘Quite possibly.’ ‘Well shit.’ Eloise shook her head. ‘We’ll be needing something stronger than this then.’ She stood and skirted around the armchair that Mandy occupied, squeezing her friend’s shoulder as she passed. ‘Have you told Lim yet?’ Mandy shook her head. ‘Right, of course,’ Eloise nodded. ‘You can’t.’ ‘You know the rules. I’m not really supposed to be telling you any of this, it’s only because your clearance allows for a bit of leeway that I’m even here.’ ‘Not this much leeway Mand, we both know you’re only telling me this so you have some sort of net if everything goes wrong.’ Mandy grimaced. ‘It won’t go wrong though, will it? You’re the best and you’re going to come home.’ She handed Mandy a tumbler of whisky and returned to the settee. ‘Drink up before my Grandfather’s ghost turns up to tell us off for wasting his best bottle on such a gloomy night. He …

All Immersive

It was supposed to be an all immersive experience. Taze grimaced and prodded the cardboard cutout of his mother. It toppled backwards. ‘This isn’t what you advertised.’ ‘No,’ admitted the salesman. ‘I’ll admit, the budget left us with a bit to be desired but we made do.’ ‘Made do?’ Taze walked around the kitchen and knocked against the polystyrene cupboard. ‘This is utter rubbish.’ The cutout of his mother stared up at the ceiling, her laminated smile reflecting the sodium strip lights above. ‘You promised me my family back.’ The salesman shrugged. ‘You get what you pay for I’m afraid.’ I’ve not written a 100 word story in a while so here’s one for today’s daily prompt: Immerse

Curious Things, Rotten Places

Janice thumped the wall beneath the flickering light with a black hand and curled her lips into a half smile when it stopped spluttering. She turned her face back to the mirror and probed the new cut down the left side with one finger. It stung. In fact her whole face ached and throbbed hotly as the flesh began to swell. Bloody idiots with their baseball bats, she thought. What were they even doing with baseball bats, didn’t they realise they were in England? Here they had cricket and rounders, not baseball! She hissed as she dug a nail into the wound and flicked a piece of tarmac into the petrol station sink. In the mirror was a backwards image of two toilet stalls, one with its door completely missing, the other still clinging on by one hinge. The whole room stank. A mixture of floral air freshener, sweat, shit and piss. Despite the smell Janice was reluctant to leave and as she picked the last fleck of road hit the cracked ceramic beneath her …

Roundabout Fury

‘The phrase “ignore it and it will go away.” does NOT apply to being chased by a dozen cop cars… trust me on this one. ‘ Amy swore and pressed herself into the passenger side door as Ken flicked off his indicator and skidded around the roundabout at sixty. ‘For fu-‘ Her words disappeared as the car clipped one of the council’s new ‘keep our streets clean initiative’ bins and rubbish exploded across the car windscreen. ‘Can you believe the weather?’ Ken tutted and turned the windscreen wipers on. ‘I blame global warming.’ Behind them the screech of the police sirens grew. ‘Shall we have some Radio?’ Ken asked, already reaching for the dial. ‘Ken!’ Amy lunged for the steering wheel and wrenched it towards her as they began veering right. ‘Shit, Amy!’ They hit the curb, and then the flower bed of freshly sprouted daffodils, before the eventual howling whine of the town park’s wrought iron fencing. Coughing on the smoke now pouring from the engine, Amy fumbled for her seat belt. Across from …

No Room For Parlay

Lillith turned her face away from the horizon and the purple sunset. It was beautiful, a part of her still recognised that, but the beauty failed to warm her like it once had. ‘Captain!’ The cry came from beside her and the knot of tension that had been twisting in her gut for the past week began to loosen. It was time. She’d found him. ‘Captain! They’re in sight and we’re gaining fast. What do you want us to do?’ What did she want them to do? The question had been buzzing around her head like a fly that refused to leave no matter how much she swatted at it. ‘Captain, we’ll be on her in an hour, what are your orders?’ ‘We kill them,’ she answered drily, the words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. For a second she thought about him in her bed, legs and arms tangled, his lips tracing a path down her spine. He’d known even then that he would betray her someday. She focused on the boat and …