Tamsin hoped the bathroom door muffled her tears. That was the curse of being soft, of being emotional, her parents said. The curse of crying when things hurt. Tamsin didn’t agree. Being soft was not a weakness. Feeling her feelings to bottom of the depths of her soul was not a weakness. She hiccupped, grabbing … More Muffled (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)
The sea is gentle today, a calm surf gently lapping the shore of the stony beach under your feet. You can feel the air hint at the warmth of the air that will come with the rising sun. You are the only person on this stony beach, whilst the sun has risen but the people … More Gentle (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)
Josie rocked her daughter to sleep, marvelling at how tiny she was. The digital clock illuminated the nursery, glowing a friendly 02:00 at her. Outside, she could hear the hoot of owls winging their way through the night sky. Most people had told her that the late nights were hard. And they were hard. In … More 02:00 (Stories on a Theme – “Family”)
Faye always wondered what was on the other side of the red brick wall. It was at the bottom of the garden, far away from the house and the adults. Tucked in between the rose bush and behind the hedgerows, it was almost twice her height and coloured brown with time. She was curious because … More Flash Fiction – Red Brick Wall (Stories on a Theme – “Facade”)
“You’ve just had a snack,” Emma said to her daughter, Madeline, who continued tugging at her leg and pointing at the biscuit jar. “Biscuit,” she said, grinning up at Emma with a toothy grin. “You’ve had one,” Emma said. Madeline’s lip began to wobble, a tell tale sign of another toddler tantrum brewing. “You can’t … More Flash Fiction – Snack Time (Stories on a Theme “Food”)
Kasey hummed to herself as she dodged the various beach goers, carrying the ice creams carefully in her hands. The vanilla one was already melting, dribbling down the side of the cone and onto her hand. Troy wouldn’t be happy that it was his ice cream that had melted fastest, but then at ten years … More Flash Fiction – Summertime (A Teacup Story)
“This is literal hell,” Greg groaned as he lay his head on the steering wheel. Susie and Freddie continued to scream in the back of the car, both bothered by the heat and frustrated by their car seats. It was at least thirty minutes to the next service station, and they still had an hour … More Flash Fiction – M25 (Stories on a Theme “Travel”)
A quiet fire crackles with vigour in the corner of the room. You sit, listening to it, the hum of the fire slicing through the wood, the snap of the air, the warmth that gently travels across the room. It’s winter, but it’s not cold. It’s not just the fire, but it’s the warmth of … More Flash Fiction – Family (A 100 words story)
Innocent – A child was the most innocent of any human. (Genre – General, Genre – Children, Rating: PG) Look, Mummy, I found a butterfly!” Natalie smiled at her son, who was bouncing up and down with only the energy a young child could muster, pointing at a bush. “Just coming,” Natalie said, as she put … More Teacup Story – Innocent
Alex.J.Cobalt 