TLOS Overgrown dragonfly
Nina ignored both flash the pain in her wing and descended back onto the still panicking creature in the hope to calm it a bit. however just as she was moving flash grabbed her hand. "don't come near it" flash said as a warning.
And Suddenly Koboold
"we just have to ready the weapon before they reach the bridge and-" there was a loud crashing noise at this point. "oh please no! not in the face!" and then the speaker went silent as pieces of the spaceship started to fall off and crash to the ground.
Flash Fry - Chapter Three
His eyes closed, no longer responding to ian's commands, and behind those blank lids the rabbit saw a life that wasn't his own flash before him. a flash of life, swallowed up in a flash of fire.
Chapter 4: A Flash of Lightning
Anyways, if you weren't a fire type, i wouldn't like my prospects for surviving the night." i looked at her and returned a flash of canines. aislin's brows abruptly drew together as she narrowed her eyes and looked straight at me.
Midterms pt 3
Once i heard the bathroom door close, i swiftly left the room. grabbing some fresh clothes on the way out and sitting back on the couch. waiting patiently for dania to finish up in the bathroom.
Regarding Carrion Diets
#1 of flash fiction written in response to a writing prompt. this slice-of-slice tale provides a little commentary of how a society of anthropomorphic critters might view the eating habits of scavengers. particularly crows. enjoy!
Passing Trade
#3 of flash fiction a quick piece of flash fiction. "you want me to do _what_?" joko's eyes bulged in his black mask, and he twitched his ears. "that's sick!" "but think of the money!" the gibbon stretched his lips into an ingratiating smile.
Finally Complete
#1 of short stories a flash fiction on intricacies of life, wolves, and spirits. the memories scattered like water drops as she motionlessly traversed the endless void.
Reading
She dwelt, then, in the world of the ode. she knew where it was from, her name. not just the ode itself, but the place the line itself referenced.
A Donation, circa 1970
There was no signature, no mark to identify the artist. instead, a note in tiny lettering clung to the very edge of the page.
Protectors Of Aeron City Part 3(Flash Story Series)
the picture went to snow like a busted old tv. a bunch of data flashed up, though all i caught were error messages.
Number One
A few days ago, a friend of mine asked me to write little flash fictions as a sort of writing challenge. it was to be based of the poem "raglan road" by patrick kavanagh.