Flash Fiction “Are you sure you want to put it to the burn?” The tree stood tall, cold, unmoving, unresponding, unperturbed by its death sentence. The ancient trunk wide and almost cylindrical, its circular circumference made shaky by the tough, dark-brown bark hanging on the surface, clinging and groping resolutely on the smooth skin that […]
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Flash Fiction The polar bear poked one eye out of its cosy pit and yawned. He brought forth a hefty paw out from beneath him and beat it lazily against one side of his head. He stuck his butt out from the thick blankets of snow and sent powdery snow flying all around. Wriggling his
Flash Fiction Kumejima station. Well past midnight. Cold, dreary, bright. Bright. Brighter than it ever needs to be. It’s quiet. The kind of quiet you get when a behemoth structure designed for the rush and reverberations of a flood of hundreds of thousands of people echoes only with the hushed bustle of thousands of people.
Flash-fiction Sean gazed at the sky and wondered if it all really did matter. Above him, rolling over the gloomy, grey expanse, the black thunderclouds boomed. Below him, the sleepy earth hummed noiselessly. In front, the forest stood silent vigil, as dismal and inscrutable as ever. A crow cawed. A raven took flight. A dove
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Flash Fiction The black and white rain drizzled noisily in an ever-increasing downpour. The sky was overcast with pitch black clouds, their outlines impossible to distinguish or differentiate. The rain fell from a dark abyss, the drops forming out of nothing and simply materializing into one’s vision. From that dark abyss, they fell chaotically, racing
Flash-fiction / Star Wars Fan Fiction Ahsoka Tano saw the bright red beam hurtling towards her, but too late. She saw her hands raise themselves, defending her. She saw them fail. She saw the ground closing rapidly towards her as her skull shattered inside her helmet. She saw Anakin turn towards her, lightsabers ablaze. She
Flash Fiction An empty compartment, dead still. The boisterous heartbeat of the locomotive muffled by modern silencers. A throbbing forehead pressed against glass. The breaths too dry for condensation. The streamlined train bustling through tunnels and underground stations. Bright flashes of yellow light flitting across his face, sweeping over his eyes; not sharp enough to
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