Categotry Archives: Flash
55 – Separation
Unraveling after the death like a rope turning into grief-torn wisps The hot tears of never-going-to-see-her-again splashing on passers by as if a funeral couldn’t possibly contain the torrent. She cried for her brother because – numb, unraveling, dieing with their mother he could not cry for himself. Grief splashes on a future that isn’t. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, […]
55 – Plenty of Room
“It’s my chair! Get out!” Lucy screamed at her brother. “Not it’s not! It’s Grandma’s chair.” “That’s right,” Grandmother said. “Now if the two of you will move, I’d like to sit down.” The kids scrambled to reply. As soon as she sat down, they scrambled into her lap, one child per knee. Always plenty of room in Grandmother’s lap. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 […]
55 – Almost a Hero
Ben slashed violently, but the monster would not die. Every member of his party fell at least once, and if not for hasty medical attention would have died. It took hours, but at last they had their foe down to his last breath, but before Ben could execute the final blow, his mother unplugged the game. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the […]
The Wall
It comes up fast like April 15th unexpected in a predictable way. Surely the road must end with such an overwhelming obstacle, the weight of everything left undone, receipts lost, memories misplaced, deadline so squarely looming ahead. The desperate scramble, the last minute swerve and all becomes right with the world save a lingering heart palpitation or two. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted […]
55 – From the Shelter of Love
From deep inside this love – a lifetime of warmth and consideration – it’s easy to view the world as my oyster. What would make me cry for weeks is now but a moment’s sniffles. All tribulations fall to this delicious cushion. Though I know it’s the same for him, I can not thank him enough. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the […]
55- Crunch
So satisfying this destruction of glassy film as if a footprint could put a dint in the cold and snow. Goodbye, lacework of Winter. I will not wait for the Spring sun. Crunch underfoot though only a quarter of an inch the breaking ice feels like it will drop me neck deep in water. Walking, each step feels like a risk. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction […]
55 – Pretty as a Sunset.
He waits on the edge of the scenic overlook, thinking about how beautiful she is in the fading light. Glorious sunset spread out in gold, red, and purple over the spilled jeweler’s box of city lights. When the last ray gives way to the false light He can begin his night. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the […]
55 – Up
So hard, that first step, the one that must proceed a weary lifetime of upward effort. It comes with the admission that change is not inevitable when it means change for the better. It is a decision, a choice, a requirement. Once begun, commitment sealed, it’s only a matter of placing one foot before the next Over and over and over. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction […]
55 – He Changed
Lately he has appeared stricken to me, as though impenetrably sad or angry. No more the happy, youthful curve of cheek, the strength in the glint of his eye. I walk on needles and pins, trying for the joy once so abundant, then realize, it is not anger that sags his face. It is age. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, […]
55 – Down
The descent begins with a shaking of self confidence. A mistake, an accusation, a failing anything can begin the fall . The cover up, and the denial speeds the steps, making us rush into the pit ever faster. The degradation of honor can cause an exhilaration Which does not survive the end. Eventually, the steps run out. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
55 – Friends
I sing when I’m with you. Happy, happy, no reason for it but merely seeing your face makes everything worth while. I smile at you, without even knowing. I dance with you every chance I get. It’s no big deal. Just the way I feel because you are my friend. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
55 – The Grocery Store Santa
He set up his kettle in front. With each person to pass by, he smiled, his eyes crinkling above the snowy white beard. Marybeth walked right past, averting her eyes so she wouldn’t have to dig in her purse for change. On the way out, her way was blocked by a passing car. She didn’t mean to glance at him. And there it was, the crinkle of the eyes of a knowing smile. She came up with the change. The […]
160 – Dry
Why is it that she can write 100,000 words in a couple of months, has done it time and again, but can’t come up with 160 characters when she wants them? Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
55 – Victory
“So you wrote a book. Big deal. It’s not like you’ve never done it before. Are you going to earn anything from it? No. Does anyone really want to read it? Not likely. What kind of victory is that? You should go out and get a real job.” Sigh. “Dad, you really have no idea.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, […]
Suzie’s House 238: In The Eye of the Beholding
Drew wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to behave. It shouldn’t be like this. He’d picked Vin up from the airport many times in their long history together. It should be routine. If it weren’t for the odd way the crowd seemed to mob him when he knew in reality they were merely walking past, then it probably would be routine.
