“Do you have it?” Lauren nodded, hand still tucked inside her jacket. It might not seem much, this little tin box full of blue powder, but it was going to change the world. Their world. Vaskier slipped out of the shadows that spilled from under the arches. Lauren could feel her skin crawl as Vaskier … More Under the Arches (Teacup Story)
“Am I good enough?” The question that sits inside everyone’s mind. But for some, that question is so loud, so consuming that they have to act on it. Some go internal. They become quieter, less noticeable. They don’t speak unless they have to, and crave the validation that comes from an external source. Others go … More Flash Fiction – Insecure (Stories on a Theme “Human”)
Lydia always took her coffee from the same Barista. And every time she tried not to notice how much she liked him … More Flash Fiction – Coffee in the Morning (From the Archives)
Power is sometimes considered a dirty word, a word you don’t want to use because it means you have power over something. It’s an element of submission, you, the person with the power, over something or someone. You’re the one in control. But that’s not always the case. Sometimes power comes from within, a courageous … More Flash Fiction – Assertive (Stories on a Theme “Power”)
“I pity you,” Tabatha whispered, venom entering her voice as she knelt down next to Meq’s shuddering body, “because you still fight. Give up now, Meq, it’s over.” … More Flash Fiction – Pity (From the Archives)
Meckaal knew that if he wanted to escape, he had to get to the rooftops. … More Flash Fiction – Chase (From the Archives)
Natalie would listen to the rain to find comfort. … More Flash Fiction – Listening to Rain (From the Archives)
You can’t help it. You have to smile at the memory. It fills you with warm joy and hope that the world is a nice place. A kind place. It’s the kind of place you want to stay alive in.
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”)
To understand today you have to understand yesterday. And not just your yesterday either. You have to understand other people’s yesterday. How it’s different from your own. You learn about yesterday, you understand what happens now. You see the patterns in the fabric of time. You can stop history repeating itself.