Today is Christi Floss’ Birthday and what follows is my gift (55 words of Flash Fiction) to her. Christi is a free spirited poet who owns Getting It Right where she unknowingly published one poem in particular, Breathing You, that …pinned me for reasons some of you may guess, and fewer will know. Happiest...
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“REBELLION” 2200 A.D. Journal entry 2210 A.D. …… My days are numbered. I’ve come to realize this. Unless help arrives soon, I fear all is lost…… The year is 2210 and our planet is at war.. A war started by a Past president resurrected by science controlled by evil. There are a few chosen...
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Happy Birthday to one of the best Twitter pals out there. Mary (@NanaMary05) is a retired Navy Nurse who didn’t check her heart with the service- she is golden and ROCKS! Mary- enjoy this 55 word flash fiction story and enjoy the day! Under the din of the O.C., Karen leaned in, “The blood,...
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Happy Birthday, @jkewell! Kacy is one of my closest Twitter friends, so I wrote this flash fiction piece as my gift to her… Lost, floating, bobbing, and bouncing- off of elbows, knees, and… what the heck was THAT? He wanted to cry out, “I want my mommy!” But all he could do was squeak....
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Twice Missed is the first piece of flash fiction I have written in a couple of weeks. This one was influenced by a string of Philip K. Dick tales I recently read.Felt good to saddle up once again… A rainy night in late March, the Appalachian Mountains, a shallow and dank cave, Harry and...
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This flash fiction submission explores the probability that no matter how good, or how lucky we are, we still need a little help… Every landing you walk away from is a good one,  Sam thought to himself as he limped away from the now burning Jenny. He didn’t even look back at the plane...
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Cracked Mirror was my first ever submission to the flash fiction site, Every Day Fiction. Unfortunately the story was rejected, and I would have to agree with the reasons why. I wondered when I put the fork in it if I should have held onto this one and turned into a longer piece. Oh...
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This 55 word flash fiction piece is dedicated to one of my dearest Twitter friends, @mamatreelee, on her birthday. Happy Birthday, Theresa! She lost track of time. The warm sun, rhythmic wind and beach sand had much to do with that. The water, crystal blue as the sky, was always the right cure. Just...
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A little Friday night flash fiction piece that speaks to those of us who live, and maybe die, by lists… “…rage, passion, self-defense, for the hell of it, sport, and last but not least, to end it all!” Tommy penned the last words just before he looked up to see the door splinter. The...
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This was my entry for the Women On Writing Flash Fiction Contest for the Summer of 2010 Quarter. Although my entry didn’t make the honorable mention list,  it did beat out two thirds of the submissions for the contest. I asked for an editorial assessment when I submitted for the contest and was actually...
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She exhaled. Her final breath. A new life was beginning. Her eyes opened, a white light blinding her momentarily. She blinked, trying to focus. Sitting up, she looked inquisitively. This was not her body. She no longer felt pain. In the distance: movement. Faces she recognized. Her father, brother and niece were welcoming her...
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This is my 55 word flash fiction tribute to our recently fallen Angel… “Quit your sobbing,” the tinny voice rattled from the desktop intercom. A sniffling voice, “We can’t, Charlie. She’s gone.” “She may be gone, but she left you a charge. Each one of you has her twinkle in your eye. She will...
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I was there the Easter Sunday when Moose McCloud walked into the Holy Redeemer Blessed Church of the Pentecost.  The congregation had just started the first hymn when the turbulent rumble of a motorcycle pulled into the parking lot.  The noise effectively drowned out the chorus – “My sins were washed away and my...
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Author Mickey Mills gives us a look at a time yet to come and a mysterious find  in this 55 word flash fiction piece… Starpilots land on a desolate world. Gritty red dust clings to their spacesuits. Janus VII curiously inspects the site. “This must be an altar from an ancient civilization. See how...
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Pounding his fist to pulpit, Joel was convinced that this time the congregation heard. Why oh why did they give him blank stares when he spoke the word of the Lord? He’d practiced time and again the infliction…”and the fire rose up, the devil swirled outta the smoke, grabbed every last one into the depths of...
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Halloween is here and we at Extreme Writing Now are going ghost hunting. Suit up and throw the switch on to the containment unit; we have ectoplasmic creatures to snare. That’s right; our next contest begins right about…NOW! Deadlines Jennifer is also a copywriter  for other writers, individuals, and businesses.  Her experience includes writing...
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Jackson plus Amber etched deep into that top beam! Flathead Bridge held memories. A quarter mile before sailing into its curve Amber assuredly pressed her foot into the gas. Surreal…Savior by Lights played…Jackson’s apparition stood mid-bridge…she swerved…quietly resigned! Hissing steam…Amber dead silent. Dreams of being together forever realized…at last!
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Series Afflict!» Slipping through the crowd unnoticed Breeann took the steps two at a time. What would she do if…frozen, mid-thought, he swaggered into the courtroom. Seconds an eternity. Not Guilty!! Gasps resounding in her ears! Tortuously sliding middle finger down his cheek, across his lips…her heart cracked! Breeann’s plan for Cranston set into...
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How about a piece about fleeting perfection? “He was the perfect man. Not a flaw,” she stuttered through the sobs. “I know, Daisy. It’s just not fair. Damn Drunk Drivers,” Ellen said with a compassionate hug, “You can always get another.” “No I can’t. In my stupid rage, I destroyed the lab. Three years...
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Series Afflict!» Putting a spin on constructing this 55 word series, it’s moving along in reverse. Her solemn vow…to never look back! Tears replaced with hard lines of determination. Levi’s cabin on Old Mill Road for her dad’s souped up fishing boat sealed the deal! Breeann already knew the bastard’s routine, she’d also perfected...
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