Category: Flash Fiction
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Thunk – First Chapter
It was time to die. She hadn’t had an idea in the longest while, and so it was definitely time to die. Plus, the clock had stopped. It used to tick, she knew that. And she knew it because she’d made it. She’d made a lot of things in her lifetime, too many to count.…
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The Crony
“What the hell is this?” It was the bellowed question that I’d been fearing, and even then I was surprised at the anger laced through it. “That’s the um,” I swallowed. My mouth was dry. “The extension.” “I’ve been away three months, and I come back to this.” There wasn’t a question there this time,…
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Mirror In The Bathroom
What the hell possesed me to order a giant, Gothic mirror from eBay? I’d forgotten I’d ordered it until it arrived this morning, badly packaged, bursting at the seams, and dropped off by a man wearing shorts in the dead of winter. There’s not even anywhere to put it. And I can’t blame it on…
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The Rusty Bus
No one knew why it was there. But it’d been there ever since he could remember. He even had a memory of looking at it from his pushchair, and that was like a whole six years ago. While the rest of the field looked normal, right in the middle, surrounded by shoulder height grass, and…
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Every Bloody Time
It was fair to say that he’d coasted through his life without paying much attention. Barry knew it, he’d be the first to admit it, if he noticed you making the point. Which he wouldn’t. Lately though, he was starting to notice things. Namely, the same things. Over and over a-bloody-gain. Every morning, he woke…
