The birds fly from her hands at dusk. They were never meant to be hers forever; but they chose to be her friend for a life while as they recouped from their injuries. She was sad as she held the sack of feathers that they left behind, yet a certain feeling of excitement rose within … More Flying Free
Write about a character leaving something, or someone, they love. She woke just before dawn. The darkness pulsated against her eyes, but she kept her eyes open as her surroundings gradually lightened. What she must do, had to happen; sooner, rather than later. If she didn’t, she’d never have the courage to do so again. … More Leaving
Prompt: the language of flowers, pyjamas, a secret passageway If it was a dream, then it was a very good dream. The flowers were pungent with their perfume, sweet and gentle, almost dreamlike. It had to be a dream because I was still in my fuzzy green pyjamas, my old favorite that I could never … More Flash Fiction Challenge Day 3
Prompt: “Smoke hung so thick in the library’s that she could read words in it.” At first she thought it was a fire, thick as it was. She turned to shout but stopped when she realized that no one else seemed upset by it all. In fact, no one seemed to be moving at all. … More Flash Fiction Challenge Day 2
All I wanted was an ice cream sundae. I bought it from Berry’s, the one that was going out of business. How was I to know the aliens depended on it for their survival? I guess even the aliens need something sweet to survive the universe. An impulse buy leading to intergalactic warfare.
They say you shouldn’t go into the forest alone. It looks peaceful, a respite from the summers heat beneath the thick overgrowth. But looks can be deceiving. You descent the rocky staircase to the forest floor. It is still; the murmur of trees whispering to each other. Everything seems to tell you that you are … More Backwoods.