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… Continue reading 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… Continue reading 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… Continue reading 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… Continue reading Flash Fiction – M25 (Stories on a Theme “Travel”)
Natalie would listen to the rain to find comfort.
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… Continue reading 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… Continue reading Teacup Story – Innocent