'Drifting'
Blood Pulsating, Pixelating, Nostrils Flaring... Shut, Blinded, Concealing. Breathing Heavily, Sensitive To Within, Burdened Of Restlessness, Mind Numb, Voice Is Silent. Smile For Her, Fall, Beg, Plead, On Your Knees, Praying For Her...
Winter Interlude
Carter stood on the corner of Thirty-Second and Main, watching the snow fall across the final scurrying shoppers of the holiday season. Each seemed to be on his or her own mission to find that final perfect extra something. He sighed. This was a time...
Teabagging
The next, after a brilliant flash, the view was obscured by a white wall that stretched into the sky, with its top obscured by the clouds. people in the city quickly noticed something was wrong, as all outside communication stopped in the same moment.
Mare Anguis (Serpent Sea)
Mare Anguis is a lunar moon. Its name derives from the Latin for _Serpent Sea_. It has an appearance resembling that of a dragon in flight, wings outstretched, and it is an impressive 150 kilometers in diameter. (All the preceding paraphrased from...
Creative Writing Prompt #3: Second Thoughts
After, the two of you lie there in the clearing. You’re still panting with the effort, and so are they, that heavy fur still strangely soft against your back. Curling down a bit and snuggling up against the werewolf behind, you inhale the...
Writing Prompt #3 - "The Howl"
[does not have to be told in first person]" i blew past the word limit of 500 this week, but it's still in the flash-fiction-y range (771 words) so i will find a way to atone with another attempt at this one and/or next week's. how could i not?
The Young Fox
Is the death of his mother the young fox's fault? And does it even matter? Is she somewhere now, watching her son cower from the fury of thundering clouds? And does she know he risks the lightning to sleep where the hunters had killed her? Why does the...
Prisoner's Lament
#3 of old stories this is a flash fiction piece i wrote sometime between 2015-17 about a fox being prisoner to a dragon. from the treacherous and stingingly cold waters of lake gondarr rose a haggard fox, his fur waterlogged and torn in places.
FlashFic: Roadside Assistance
I played a game of "two truths and a lie" in my journal recently, and sludawg was clever enough to catch a clue that i'd left behind (so to speak), so i awarded him, half in jest, a "flash fiction" story to go with any bit of artwork that he might choose.
Creative Writing Prompt #5: Not Yet
A change of pace from last week's flash fiction, and a very different tone. the constraints on this exercise were a bit of a challenge, but i think the scene works well with it all the same!
Creative Writing Prompt #6: Still At Large
It's probably my first flash fiction exercise that qualifies as a comedy, though i have a pretty dry sense of humor, so who knows really.
Creative Writing Prompt #7: Borders
Another of my group's creative writing flash fictions. this one managed to break through a nasty stint of writer's block, and i'm rather grateful to it.
Gone in a Flash
#1 of flash fiction flash fiction piece (373 words) about missed opportunities. when evan turner first started taking pictures of the foreign exchange student, it had been a joke - just his way of teasing.