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Tag Archives: flashfiction
“Maybe the crescent moon is a hopeful sign,” she said to him. They were sitting on their porch looking off at the crescent moon hanging above the treetops. The quiet of their neighborhood permeated her thoughts. It had been like … Continue reading
“Sugarbit, slow down!” My white and chestnut-spotted mare had been spooked, undoubtedly by some hideous varmint. “Whoah, whoah,” came my father’s deep voice as he rushed up behind us. “Sugarbit, halt!” With an abrupt jolt, my horse came to a … Continue reading
Lesa walked down the beach as the waves crash the shore. The sand beneath her feet washed away with each new wave. The smell of the salt water tickled her nose. She looked over her shoulder at the house behind … Continue reading
“That fucking idiot fell down where?” Pen’s father screamed, half up from his lounger, newspaper falling, fluttering. She thought of birds. Her mother came in from the other room. “Is he hurt?” “If he isn’t, he will be,” her father … Continue reading
Castle Cahercasey did provide Emme and her guard the protection she needed, but the price was high. Her guard always surrounded her, and she never went outside. Never. She stared out the window every day. She could see the calm … Continue reading
Emme couldn’t believe it. She managed to get back to the school, back to the classroom. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Once again, her incompetence caused a problem. Ora was dead. The Three didn’t appear. No one came. For being … Continue reading
“Momma, what’s an angel? Is Santa Claus an angel?” Manisha turned around and looked at her five year old. There she lay, on the bed, her head slightly raised to reveal black button kitten eyes; frilly curls falling all over … Continue reading
I knew none of it was real, but the shift of dirt under my bare feet and the piercing reflection of sun on the vast water begged me to believe otherwise. Alone, I walked down to the shore of the … Continue reading
“Daddy. I’m cold. Why are we out here in the dark anyway?”, said my daughter, shivering slightly. “You will see soon, pumpkin. Here, drink some hot chocolate and pull that blanket around your neck more.”, I replied. I had waken … Continue reading