by Anon “You wake up and your shoes don’t fit.” I swirl my latte, watching the cocoa dusting fracture and split. “No, nothing.” Jordan smiles patiently. “Not even a flicker? We just need to ignite an idea.” “Nothing,” I sigh. “Two blueberries fall into your soup.” I shake my head. “You befriend a squirrel in … Continue reading Writer’s Block
Tag: flash fiction
Headspace
By Laeni Rose “Where am I?” I think as I open my eyes. I can see nothing of note. There’s only an unbearable, all-encompassing grey. Clouds swirl all around me. My hands swipe gently through mist. My head feels shrouded in nothingness and my eyes struggle to adjust. They never do. Taking a step forward … Continue reading Headspace
You Can’t Go Back
by Anon They say you can’t go back but, here I am, transported to this dark, quiet lounge waiting for the person that will inevitably bring me my future. Going back takes me to the moment just before my life, a life filled with days and nights containing what I believed to be certain satisfaction, … Continue reading You Can’t Go Back
The Rouge Et Noir
by David Clasky I was working in the casino on a cruise ship sailing around the Caribbean. One day on shore break we went for a punt at the Casino Rouge et Noir in St. Maarten, a noisy, windowless room filled with tables and the chaotic din of slot machines. Playing blackjack at a packed … Continue reading The Rouge Et Noir
Uncanny Irony
by Anon The nearest lodging within 50 miles and literally in BFE. Obnoxious kids were spreading their party into our quiet part of the campground, waking us both. We learned they had a year of college under their belts. The volume of two voices increased to mere feet from the tent. The couple began confessing … Continue reading Uncanny Irony
Security Closet
by Jordan The footage is grainy and the picture unclear. The details of the tiny figure convulsing on screen are difficult to make out, but the writhing agony etched across his face is painfully clear. Our room is silent, but the screams emitting from his grotesquely twisting mouth still reverberate through my bones. His contorted … Continue reading Security Closet
Isabella
Trish tapped her foot impatiently and grunted in frustration as the numbers on the elevator sign slowly crept upward. Maybe two trips would have been a better idea but the thought of making her way all the way up to the 37th floor only to turn on her heel and make her way back down … Continue reading Isabella
Customers Also Watched
by Dave My 10:30 was cancelled, so I had just enough time to shower and get breakfast before my 11:15. The cats, who didn’t get shower breaks, glared at me over the tops of their monitors as I passed. “Closers get coffee,” I muttered. My best ideas came in the shower. That’s where I got the idea … Continue reading Customers Also Watched
House Arrest
by Jack I’m locked in a prison of my own creation. Surrounded not by four bleak walls, etched with the memories of former inmates. But by six spacious rooms, scarred with quirky interior design and floating IKEA shelves. I don’t rattle a tin cup against steel bars in protest. Rather, I drag a chic stoneware … Continue reading House Arrest
Mother’s Medicine
by Ian Watts Jonas was ill again, the poor thing. I heard his coughing from the kitchen: wet and heavy, like a prizefighter’s blows against a sopping blanket. He needed me. He needed his mother. I lifted the gas lamp and went swiftly to his bedside. When I found him, his body was as damp … Continue reading Mother’s Medicine
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