Flash Fiction & Short Stories

Reality Check

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to meet the character you’d created in a story? Addie is about to find out.

I dwell in the dark. Art is for admiration; no one cares for a blank canvas.

This was the very first “book” I ever wrote, published in my first grade enrichment class. Allow me to introduce you to Spotty….

I don’t know what possessed me to come see you. I, who held you all my life inside my hands and thought they were empty.

He shouldn’t have moved. If he hadn’t have moved, he wouldn’t have died. I told him not to move. I’ve never fired a gun before.

My cramped fingers finally lose their hold on the porous rock. My heart hurdles into my throat. I gasp, arms pin-wheeling, flailing….

Each boom outside makes the dishes in the china cabinet tremble. A car alarm down the street starts shrieking in rhythmic bursts….

Charms have always been illegal. Evelyn had been well aware of the law when she stood before the stranger’s cart inspecting the wares.

When I die, I want to die peacefully in my sleep. I’d like to be in the arms of a […]

My mother never cursed. Not a single swear word. In fifth grade, I heard a kid got detention for saying […]