Categotry Archives: Flash Fiction 55
When the Potato Screamed
“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with being a vegetarian. Honest. But don’t you think it’s a little elitist? Plants have feelings, you know. Consider the potatoes you put in the oven half an hour ago. They might still be alive. Cooking them is what’s killing them.” “Potatoes can’t feel.” That’s when the potato in the oven popped and steamed. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 […]
Right Before the Bell
“Mom, be careful when you go past the high school or you’ll run over one of those stupid teenagers.” “You’re a teenager,” Mom pointed out. “Not like these. Bye!” She hopped out of the car right in front of the front doors. Not two seconds later, a herd of late teenagers ran across the road like deer. “Thank God she’s not like those,” Mom muttered. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly […]
The Easter Bunny Caper
It was a tragedy. Early Sunday morning the children found the grizzly remains scattered all through the house. They assembled all the pieces and performed the autopsy. The verdict? Mother had sabotaged Easter again. “Mom, you read too many who-done-its!” 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.
The Personal Armageddon
It takes time to realize that the world has indeed ended and everyone that matters is long gone and the screaming, yawning void inside can’t be filled by tears. It takes time for the tattered remains of purpose in life to knit back into the fabric of a day. For the joy of survival to carry any meaning and for life to go on. It takes time The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story […]
Grave
A dozen relatives stood around the tomb while the priest recited lines that should have held deep meaning. Stone faced, not a single child cried. The widow, inconsolable, unable to not grieve, stood alone. Cried alone. Carried on with a life made vacant by different kinds of leaving. Twenty years later, her turn comes and history repeats itself. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted […]
Growing Up in Pictures
He opened the envelope carefully, hopefully. A small pile of photos slid out – the kids on a slide, eating ice cream, laughing. They looked good. A little bigger, maybe, than last month when their mother sent the thank you note for the child support check. He pinned them to the wall – a growing collection of time passing. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is […]
Revision Hll
Rough waves of adversity crash into daily routine turning all concepts end over end endlessly when does adversity become the norm over the years all the sharp-eyed eagerness of youth wear to a dull roar endlessly turning, dreams and beliefs to pain and regret while hard memory crashes into waves of revision until everything is worn smooth The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
My Valentine
“Flowers? Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want any?” Theresa stifled a groan. So embarrassing. Everyone in the office stared and grinned. “B-b-but your friend said I should get them.” Awkward, eager, Will’s eyes begged her to accept. “You just wait. I’ll make you carry flowers around all day tomorrow. Ever hear of an amaryllis?” 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, […]
Grass is Greener
“I know why you and your family like to visit me. It’s because my grass is greener.” She grinned at her brother. “Yep. No argument there.” “Wait. You aren’t supposed to agree. I was only kidding. It’s not like my life is so great.” “No, you grass is literally greener. Mine is under three feet of snow.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
What’s Your Favorite Color
“Brown.” “You’re kidding. You like this?” She held up a shirt in flat brown. Ugly as sin. “No. Like this.” I found a heathered sweater, three shades of brown twisted together to make a texture and pattern. Soft, too. And warm, like logs on the fire, hardwood floors, animal pelts, and food. Ancient, earthy, real. “Oh.” She reached for something blue. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction […]
Come See My Etchings
“Lately I’ve been doing a lot of sketches,” she said at the coffee shop. “Want to see?” “Ah… no…” he said. “No really. I want to know your opinion.” She pulled them out, lay them on the table They were straight out of the Psych 101 text book. “So… how long have you been off your lithium,” he joked. “What?! How’d you know?” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. […]
Slice of Life
he takes a slice; a child on the swings waving hands and feet a crazy man in court wraps himself in stars and stripes a squirrel falling, falling, falling with the leaves. he sits in the park with pen and paper scribbling down all that he sees. in a moment-phrase-word his slices and his reality trade places The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
What He Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Me
The knight had a plan. He’d seen other knights attacking the dragon. Their armor did no good, their valor wasted. Not him. Leaving the clanking iron behind, he crept up with not but a sword. Once he’d reached the head he raised the sword high. The dragon opened an eye. “Goody. Lunch.” 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 […]
Pink Cadillac
White knuckles straining on the steering wheel, she sits next to her five page suicide note, shaking because she did not save her marriage or her job or find herself or her future she did not make it to the crossing in time and her five pages float out the window with the passing of the train. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
