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Tough day. New heels. Expensive ones. A six-word story written for Daily Post's Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction.
“Please, Mom? I’ll do anything,” Josh pleaded. “No.” She didn’t even flinch. “Don’t ask again. I won’t repeat myself.” “But Mom…” He’d never wanted anything so bad in his life. “Okay, that’s it. Just remember: you brought this on yourself.” She pulled the duct tape out of her purse. “No,
Warmly colored leaves soften the cold forest floor beneath me. I scour the sky for meaning, in vain. The encroachment of evergreens and branches keep secrets. I shriek for answers that will never come, and tears burn unimpeded into my ears. But no one’s listening to me, not even the trees.
“Please?” “No, Alex. Absolutely not.” Mary slammed the book, and returned it to the shelf. He pressed his body against hers, breathing heavily in her ear. “Well… maybe,” she sighed. “Just this once.” This 33-word flash fiction story was inspired by Trifextra 67: Onomatopoeia.This photo was inspired by two photo
A stranger's green eyes glanced in my direction. I pressed the elevator button, diamond-encrusted wedding set throwing sparks. After depressing another button, his hand brushed mine. Then, my tongue slipped past his lips. This 33 word flash fiction was written for Trifextra Week 65: use a hyphenated compound modifier. Inspired
I started collecting secrets when I was just six years old. At least, that’s the first one I can remember. I collected secrets like other boys collected marbles. I even kept them in an old milk jug, at first. They sparkled for me, mostly greens and blues. The prettiest ones
“I can’t do this anymore.” Martha wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I won’t cry my heart out, waiting for you at night, anymore.” She rolled his body into the river. “Never again.” This 33 word flash fiction story (with an idiom) was written for Trifecta: Trifextra Week 61. Check
“About time…” Christy rolled her eyes with a huff. “Don’t start.” Sam slammed the door of Christy's old beater and buckled in as she pulled away from his house. “I’ve had enough this morning from my mom.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “We’re gonna be late