flash fiction
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When Words aren’t Enough
Sometimes, words aren’t enough. She realizes this in his wan smile before he drains his glass to give her a perfunctory nod, grunting at the bitterness burning down his throat. He says nothing as idle conversations stray by their table and that’s when her words echo back to her. Like soulless drips collecting, rippling out Continue reading
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Restless — Weekend Writing Prompt #206
Restless voices Echo on the shallows; Disembodied groans Uttered In a wordless desperation To learn the melodies Of belonging We’ve tumbled right along into a new weekend. Another State of emergency is about to be implemented where I live, and I’m starting to wish i could just work from home. Besides that, I enjoy weekends Continue reading
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Uncanny — Weekend Writing Prompt #205
The fortuneteller’s booth was a necromancer’s lair; filled with bones, talismans, vials and mysterious trinkets. But most uncanny was his hesitant grimace. “Are you sure you want to know your future?” She nodded. What’s the worst that could happen? This was my first busy weekend in a while. I didn’t get to write as much Continue reading
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A Peculiar Memory
There is an odd moment I recall every now and then. A memory that revisits in the hour when the moon untangles her chiffon veil, shadows pooling at her feet. Tonight, it finds me in my failed search for sheep to indulge a silly bedtime routine. I met a girl whose heart lived in a Continue reading
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Absurd – Weekend Writing Prompt #203
Amy squinted at the mirror, fingers pressed to its cold surface framed in mahogany. Her expression twisted, confused at the empty space that should’ve shown her reflection. Everything else in her bedroom had one, so where was hers? She yelled out as her mother entered her room, gasping when she saw herself…in bed? But…that’s absurd! Continue reading
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Monsters in the Dark
Emma wasn’t scared of the dark. When nightmares separated themselves from the spill of formless shadows crowding the spaces of her room, she didn’t scream nor cocoon herself within the safety of her blankets. Instead, she watched rotted hands stretch from beneath her bed while ghoulish eyes blinked at her through the slats of her Continue reading
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Seashells on the Shore
Bella had started a treasure hunt for seashells, spurred by tales her grandmother had told her when she was a little girl. She’d heard seashells carried the voice of the sea. Dulcet murmurs full of secrets to be understood by keen ears and a quiet mind. But all the seashells she’d collected held barren echoes. Continue reading
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Vista – Weekend Writing Prompt #200
Saya was paralyzed. Her mother screamed for her, but she could not look away from the towering sapphire waves, devouring the vista that had gifted her so many sunrises. *** Is it just me or is the word count dwindling even lower? 😅 I hope everyone is having a wonderful Saturday filled with good cheer✨Thanks Continue reading
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Breaking Routine
What do you see, through the looking glass? Fingers part threadbare blinds of faded scarlet. Eyes wary of the world spinning on apathetic hums; familiar notes of a known pantomime. Phantom arachnids crawl over the senses with itching persuasion. What’s the point of going out today? Hang the mask back on the shelf. Pour a Continue reading
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Element – Weekend Writing Prompt #199
When energies like elements collide, something magical happens. Lightning bolts race down the spine as goosebumps chase the sensation of shivers so intense, it can hardly be contained behind a composed visage. That’s how it always happened in her mind, but perhaps she was being too romantic. *** A day late for this prompt by Continue reading
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