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.
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.
“You’d have thought that this would be worse,” Tino said, prodding the edge of the lake with a stick. The seaweed was thick, too thick to support life. The whole lakes ecosystem had been killed for nothing more than shiny rocks. “It could have been worse,” Marei said, pulling out the robots from the back … More Flash Fiction – Lakeside (Stories on a Theme – “Stagnant”)
Yasmine knew that she had to leave. It wasn’t working, it wasn’t right. Sometimes you had to move on in order to grow and flourish. She knew this. She knew it to the core of her bones. But when she talked about moving out, of finding her own place, her parents always told her what … More Flash Fiction – Leave it Behind (Stories on a Theme – “Stagnant”)
“Ugh this is dull,” Harriet sighed as she opened up her laptop. No one heard her though. It was too early in the morning for most to come in. She’d have one hour to herself to try and get something done. At least for that hour she didn’t have to plaster a smile on her … More Flash Fiction – Flash Fiction – A Job (Stories on a Theme – “Stagnant”)
Faye felt her age on that grey Tuesday morning. It sunk into her bones, her joints especially, sapping what little energy lay inside her. But it wasn’t just the weather or her bones that hurt today. Today her husbands ring felt heavy around her neck. Like a noose, not a memory, a reminder of how … More Flash Fiction – Wrinkles (Stories on a Theme – “Ancient”)
It’s not what happened, or who they were, or what they did. You remember the best bits because you want to. You want to get to the good bits, you ignore the bad, you ignore the times when you felt rubbish. You almost wonder, why did I cut them out of my life? You know … More Teacup Story – Idealism
[100 Words – a short story based on one word in 100 words or less] Becca played until her fingers ached from playing. Until the strings on her bow were shredded. She sat, breathing hard. She couldn’t hear anything, just the swirling feelings and emotion inside of her threatening to burst free. Her cheeks … More 100 Words – Violin
[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.] “Ugh, no, we’re not having spag bol again,” Susan said, sighing. “Not that I know how to make anything else,” Jake replied, shrugging. He had tried this time too, even the sauce was home made. But it wasn’t … More 100 Words – Dinner