Tag: Flash Fiction
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Gut Punch
We left the bar to buy vapes, which we shared by the pier, stepping back every time a wave crashed over the seawall.
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Hideaway
As the deluge curtails our escape plans, we seek shelter within the dense copse of trees like children playing hideaway.
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Shades of Indigo
Sometimes, the stories or poems I write for Friday Fictioneers come really easily. Other times, they do not.
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The Veiled Maidens
As the palace filled the coach window, Quinton attempted what he hoped would be an imperceptible head tilt to grant him a better view of his new home…
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Leo
“Cut that out! It’s disgusting!” I took another drag, the flame’s progress mirroring that of the encroaching tide.
Thomas Charles Henry 