Stories to intrigue, told in 2K words or less.
This is not my normal sort of story. It’s not horror, it’s not sci-fi. Hell, it’s not even satirical.
No, instead this is a story about something deep, and sacred.
A story presented in two parts, entitled:
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There was once a musician who played in a local bar. A haggard man, aged around thirty, a fan of cigarettes, and of a certain amber liquid. He was not a cruel man, not by any stretch of the imagination. He had simply been left alone for too long. Continue reading
Writers create people.
People they control.
But sometimes, those people rebel.
A story about stories called:
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Jimmy Twostep was a good man; he paid his bills when he could, and loved his wife and child dearly. He lived a rather normal life, a mundane life. But today was special, today was good: the sun was shining, the breeze was a gentle pleasure, and the air smelled of flowers in bloom. It was by all regards quite the perfect day for Jimmy. It was a shame then, that on this beautiful Friday, he was destined to die. Continue reading
This story is surreal. It’s strange. It’s downright weird.
It’s a symbolic tale of a man’s fight to remain whole.
It’s called:
Candles And Hollow Men
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By the light of a double flame I saw my death, half-obscured by the shadows of an empty cabin at night. Continue reading
For those that don’t read the comments at the end of my articles (read: everyone), my blogger friend Nemo proposed the idea of a story that used a location as the central character. (You can read the conversation here: Click me). I decided it sounded like a cool idea.
Here’s my attempt at it.
It’s called:
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It occurred to me on a random summer night, while I was laying on the singular bed inside a house with no fewer than fifty rooms, that I will never kill anyone. Continue reading
I should make one thing abundantly clear, I’m not an authority on this.
I do not have any awards or certificates that prove I’m qualified to talk about this. I am not one of the masters. I am not one of the greats.
All I am is a blogger with a voice and an opinion who, on occasion, likes to talk about the craft of writing.
Of course, me saying all of this is just lampshading; so that if you disagree with me, I can claim immunity.
Anyhow, people who have been with me for a while know that I have a fondness for flash fiction. I write at least three a month, and they are often my most viewed posts. Continue reading
Let me tell you a tale, told only in speech.
A tale of crime, and of perspective…entitled:
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“I’m innocent!” Continue reading
So microfictions are fun, and a nice reading snack, but I prefer something a bit more…hearty.
So, with that in mind, I’m bringing back the Flash Fictions! It has been a full month since I last wrote one, and I’m glad to be back at it!
So let’s celebrate with a flash fiction about fear and disease. A tale of an elderly woman, titled:
Plague Ground
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Children are…a sickness. Continue reading
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One week left for Christmas shopping, you better get out there! There are so many sales happening!
Just don’t go too crazy…
…or this flash fiction might happen.
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The end of the year approaches, and a new one begins.
But what if, instead, it just ended?
Let’s explore a possible way we could all die, with a flash fiction called:
Wondering what that countdown is about? Well, I am running a bit of a contest here on Coolerbs Reviews, if you’re interested come check it out, right here: Click Me
Warning: The following story contains swearing, and otherwise violent statements. If you are one of the rare people on the internet that cares about that, this is not the story for you.
With all these movies about super heroes coming out, I thought it was about time that we saw the villain’s perspective.
There is only one problem with that…
He’s insane.
A flash fiction called:
If it was not obvious by now, I am a big fan of flash fiction. I love the challenge of condensing a full story down to such a small work count. It’s great practice for me, because I often have trouble being concise in my writing.
But why should I have all the fun? I look at all of your blogs, dear followers, and I see that you guys also love a good flash fiction.
So I thought I would give you a reason to make more! Continue reading
Did you guys all have a good Thanksgiving?
Mine was excellent.
But now that I have had my fun, I thought I would bring you something…
A world where intelligence is the only thing that is valued.
A flash fiction called:
Intelligence Quotient Continue reading
Two flash fictions this week?
Is this some kind of crazy dream?
Maybe…
But even if it is, I invite you to enjoy it.
With a story called:
The Monster at the End of the Hallway Continue reading
So, here’s another creepy flash fiction…
Cue, Drum Roll!
Presenting:
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