The feeling was not of anger or of hatred. It was the bone sinking, gut wrenching quiet whisper of doubt. It was the thoughts Felicity didn’t even know where there until Gerrard had pointed them out. Her snappiness. Her temper. She was scared, scared for them all, but she’d never admit it. She’d never admit … More Fear (100 Words)
Suzza sat on her bed, surrounded by the ripped pieces of her letters. Each one had contained the years of heartache and love that she had poured into her relationship with Netr. Before she had joined the Tombhunters, before when he had promised that she was his only and that she had his heart. And … More Flash Fiction – Burning Red (A Teacup Story)
Geyle watched the world spin below her. She tapped her foot gently on the window that separated her from the vacuum of space. The sound echoed inside the table, a gentle tap tap tap to match the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat. Most hated the training area, being exposed on four sides to the vast … More Flash Fiction – Vacuum (Stories on a Theme – “Space”)
Sometimes it’s not even the memory that catches you, but the lack of one. The moment you sit, in a moment, and breathe it in. And you realise how different now is to then, and what now means to you. It’s a mirror, that moment that you see sometimes. A mirror that looks at your … More Flash Fiction – Sometimes (A Teacup Story)
In the last moments of his existence, Trenlti felt himself in awe of the vast expanse of space open up before him. He tried to reach for the rope, inches out of his grasp. But he couldn’t reach it, and so he just floated away, tumbling in a vacuum with nowhere anchoring him to reality. … More Flash Fiction – Floating (Stories on a Theme “Control”)
You think you can control life. It’s one of the best illusions of the universe, that you control it, the vast gaping chaos of the universe. Your own ego against the whole mystery of reality. You can’t. The sooner you realise this, you know, the less you will stress about the small things. The small … More Flash Fiction – Illusion (Stories on a Theme “Control”)
Who said that travelling had to be about space or time? It’s not, not always. It’s sometimes those in-between spaces, those thoughts and the actions that don’t really count to anything on their own, apart from the fact that you tried them. Maybe today you take a different route to work. Maybe tomorrow you pick … More Flash Fiction – In-Between (Stories on a Theme “Travel”)
Tegan tried to hold the tears in as she tapped away on her screen. She could feel her cheeks flush and the humiliation rising. “Hey, Tegan,” Jasmine asked, “how’s that project going?” “Fine,” Tegan croaked. She had to hold her composure. She couldn’t show it was too much. She couldn’t.
Natalie would listen to the rain to find comfort. … More Flash Fiction – Listening to Rain (From the Archives)
It’s like you can’t breathe. You can. You are. You logically know you’re breathing. But you feel like you’re drowning. Breathing in water. Alge. Dirt. You feel like you’re going to die. You won’t. But you feel like it.