Entry to Cracked Flash Fiction on the 24th of June 2017. Prompt: “Why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?” (261 words) WICKED “Why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?” he demanded, finally addressing me. I realized a few blocks ago that he was following me but I played it cool. I stopped…… Continue reading Wicked
This was my entry to Microcosms’ Contest on the 16th of June 2017. It’s my practice ground and I still do need a lot of practice but here’s what the judge said. “We had 12 awesome entries this week!” “This was a tough one. Lots of interesting responses to the prompts and a good deal of…… Continue reading Cave of Secrets
Jane had long realized she was slightly insane. She had been happy about it. She knew she would choose, without even a hint of a doubt, a life of insanity over one of conformity or seriousness or formality, and she did. She would be insane for real if she had to be the person that…… Continue reading Insanity – #100word #flashfiction
In my quest to just keep writing, I do my best to write at least one flash fiction a week. Even when I find too lost to submit an entry for Microcosms, I write for Cracked Flash Fiction. Not all my flash fictions make me feel good about being a writer but I think it’s…… Continue reading The Spell
Source: Road Rage (v1) – #flashfiction I plan to do a series on Road Rage. This is the first story. Each story has the same beginning but different ending. Her road rage was always a source on entertainment for most of her social network friends. For a small woman, she had a lot of fire…… Continue reading Road Rage (v1) – #flashfiction
I had every intention of writing a flash fiction for last Friday’s Microcosms. However, time wasn’t on my side. I did write a story but it went way over the 300-word limit. Title: The day we met at the airport Word count: 528 words Character: Reporter Setting: Airport Genre: Memoir This is my first time…… Continue reading The day we met at the airport
“Yes, but last week a dragon almost set my hair on fire, so it’s your turn to negotiate.” Amanda looked resolute. “But I’m sick. My stomach is killing me and my head feels like it’s going to explode. I’ll be vulnerable.” Annabelle’s face was pale and she was squirming in pain. “Can we postpone this?”…… Continue reading Destiny (Cracked Flash Fiction)
