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My Big Idea.

Dec 19, 2017
2 min

My Big Idea.

How many caught my latest Flash Fiction yesterday? It wasn’t a Friday but it made for a good intro for today’s post. *wink, wink* Recently I mentioned that I had a big idea for the New Year that I would share at a later date. Well, today is the later date! *Cartwheel* So, just what is this big idea, you ask? Well, it’s actually rather simple… My goal for 2018 is to submit at least 1 Flash Fiction piece to a contest or for publication every month of the year! Okay, it may not

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Flash Fiction: The Battle of the Tree

Dec 18, 2017
1 min

Flash Fiction: The Battle of the Tree

“Have the reinforcements arrived?” The fairy’s voice wobbled but he tightened his grip on the tree branch beneath him. He’d just received this promotion and his first mission was under way. “No, Commander Winter,” Lieutenant Snowflake yelled from a nearby branch. The tree swayed slightly under the weight of her fellow soldiers as they took their position. Winter swallowed the panic that rose in his chest. “We have no time. We’ll have to protect the Sacred Treasures alone.” He

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Flash Fiction Friday: Ten Minutes of Hope

Dec 9, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Ten Minutes of Hope

Alayna stepped back to admire her work. It had taken hours to create but with the help of her mother and little brother, it was time for the big moment. Or, rather, the ten big moments. That’s all they were allowed anymore now that the government had cut the number of minutes of electricity use to just ten minutes per month. The Revolution had begun just as any other from history. But this one quickly pulled another country into its fray, then another. What started small had

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Flash Fiction Friday: Wishful Thinking

Dec 2, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Wishful Thinking

James hurled the tennis ball at his bedroom wall then snatched it when it bounced back. He leaned against his bed and frowned. Grounded again. He didn’t see why. His mom had given him twenty bucks for the seventh grade dance. She’d never mentioned that it was “emergency only” money. The fancy fortuneteller the school had hired had given him much more than twenty dollars worth of advice. At least it had seemed like more than twenty-dollars-worth the night before. James glanced

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Flash Fiction Friday: Out of Time

Nov 3, 2017
1 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Out of Time

Ava ran through her front door gasping for breath. “We’ve got to leave. Now!” “What?” Peter said, jaw wide. “Are you sure?” “They’re coming. We don’t have much time!” Tears swam in her eyes. She jumped at a noise outside. “Okay….” Peter glanced around. “No!” Ava’s voice trembled. “There’s no time! They’re coming!” Peter bit back the agony of leaving behind so many memories. “So be it. Stay close behind me.” They fled their home just as a man and woman rounded the corner, voic

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Flash Fiction: Bad Luck

Oct 28, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction: Bad Luck

“You’re late husband owes us a debt and it must be paid ‘fore you leave the country, lil’ lady,” the man says with an Irish accent. His thick mustache twitches with joy at my misfortune. I swallow hard and blink back tears as I stare at the one-way ticket in my hand. It had taken every dime I could make to buy it. This was my chance, the only chance I’d get to start over. “But–” My chin quivers. “But nothin’. It’s the law. Your husband owes us so you gotta pay.” He takes a st

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Flash Fiction Friday: Mother

Oct 20, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Mother

“Another p-pancake, sweetheart?” Jordan swallowed against the lump in his throat and eked out a smile. “No thank you, um…mother.” “Y-you sure? You’re not yet t-twelve. A growing boy needs nourishment,” her voice sang. “I made your f-favorite, chocolate chip. You’ve loved those since you were a t-toddler, remember?” Her mechanical grin made Jordan’s insides grimace. “It’s fine,” his father, Carl, said. “I need to get the kids to school anyhow.” Carl’s brow creased as he looked

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Flash Fiction: Wisps

Oct 17, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction: Wisps

“Come on, Lettie. It’s getting dark. The Wisps will be out soon.” Emerson looked around the thick forest, her blue eyes wide. “Stop with the toddler-tales,” Lettie groaned and plucked another jacaranda blossom from a tree. “You’re almost eight. You don’t really believe all that fairy nonsense, do you?” She sniffed the flower and walked deeper into the woods. Emerson tried to swallow but it ended up a hiccup. She scuttled after her sister. “But Lettie! What if they’re true? Wh

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Flash Fiction Friday: Nightly Visitors

Sep 23, 2017
1 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Nightly Visitors

The alarm yanked Ruby from her half-dream, not that she had gotten much sleep anyway. She rubbed her eyes and charged like a mad bull up the stairs of the hundred-year-old house to face her new roommate. “Jenna!” she yelled as she slammed open the door. “What in the world were you doing last night? All night long all I heard were footsteps marching through the living room and someone in that squeaky rocking chair.” Jenna sat up in bed with a scowl, one eye still closed. “What

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The Case of the Missing Blogger

Sep 18, 2017
2 min

The Case of the Missing Blogger

The police were stumped. What appeared to be just an average month for Caffeinated Fiction turned out to be an unsolved mystery. *gasp* One day the blog was bopping along perfectly happy, with posts here and there and everywhere, and then bam! Out of the blue the posts just disappeared. Not a clue was left behind with only an occasional blurb over a six week period, which–let’s be honest–really did nothing but raise the hopes of the readers that another blog post just might a

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Flash Fiction Friday: Awaken

Sep 1, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Awaken

“Jen!” I gasp, eyes now open as I sit up in bed. The spot beside me is empty. Where is my husband? Chilly air clings to my skin as I slip from beneath the covers and cross the room into the hallway. The stale scent of tacos I made the night before still lingers and my stomach winces. Why does this all feel so familiar? The living room is vacant, although sunlight streams through the cracks of the blinds. No husband. I rub my eyes and search upstairs, then the basement. Still

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Accident

Aug 4, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction Friday: The Accident

Jill wiped the windshield of condensation. A chill buzzed across her skin. How could it be both cold and humid? She shook her head and squinted against the rain that pounded the windows. Was that a form up ahead? Her car crept to a stop and a thrash of rain assaulted it, the sound of a thousand angry drums beating the roof. Yes. There was a person walking on the side of the road. A young girl, no coat, hair plastered to her head, arms wrapped around her body. Jill unrolled th

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Flash Fiction Friday: Sight

Jul 28, 2017
1 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Sight

A police radio crackles to life as the paramedic dabs antiseptic on my bloody forehead. Lights from the cruiser outside flash through my living room. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Tell me again how you knew the man was here?” The officer is young, his face stoic as he scribbles in his little pad. “Neighbor. Across the street. Saw the attacker, called 9-1-1.” Pain laces down my neck. My shoulders tense. I see images of a man in black, his knife. That punch. I shiver. “Who?” “The li

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Flash Fiction Friday: Midnight Snack

Jul 21, 2017
1 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Midnight Snack

The cat needed food. Joanie groaned and looked at the clock beside her bed. One thirty-two A.M. Fantastic. She crawled out of the sheets and took care of business as fast as her tired muscles would allow. With one final pat on Max’s head and a prayer that he wouldn’t wake her again, she climbed into bed, settled into warm arms and a firm chest that welcomed her. She nuzzled in, breathed the spicy scent of cologne, relaxed into the embrace. Her eyes shot wide and she gasped. S

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Flash Fiction: The Quest

Jul 10, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction: The Quest

Sweat drips down my back. The day is unusually warm for the autumn equinox. “How much farther?” I say to my father. There are eighty of us, male, hiking to the temple. I’m the youngest, privileged to be among the men of our tribe. Pride swells inside my chest. Each year one male is chosen from those aged thirteen. Me. I’m the chosen one. Friends before me were chosen, are still on their Quest to seek the knowledge life. No one knows where they go, what they do. Now I will fin

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Flash Fiction Friday: Time Travelers

Jun 30, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Time Travelers

“You’re going back to the 1939 World’s Fair in New York.” Harry pushed a few buttons on the control panel before turning to Jim and Ann. “Remember, you’ll have thirty minutes before your cloaking device wears off. Be at the vehicle before then, so you can return to good old 2074.” “Yes, sir,” Jim said. “I know this is your first trip, but we take our travels very seriously here at The Wrinkle In Time Agency.” Harry stepped back. “Enjoy your flight!” He closed the door of the

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Bike (Part 2)

Jun 23, 2017
3 min

Flash Fiction Friday: The Bike (Part 2)

Dan rubbed the hood of his brand new, cherry colored Chevy Corvette Stringray with a clean cloth, then stepped back to admire it. His chest swelled. He’d longed for one of these ever since he could drive. He leaned in to continue cleaning then— A cough from someone at the end of his driveway. His face fell as he turned, sparks flying through his mind, seeking the memory of how he knew this man. The guy was tall and thin, with a cigar that just barely dangled from his lips. Da

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Bike (Part 1)

Jun 16, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction Friday: The Bike (Part 1)

The neighbors were moving. Eleven year-old Danny kicked a stone along the sidewalk. He squinted against the sun and watched men move furniture into the house across the street. This was the third time the house had sold in two years. A shiver ran down his spine, despite the fact it was the first day of summer vacation. Place must be cursed or something. Crash! The boy jumped and glanced at the U-Move truck. His eye caught the glint of something shiny sitting in the back. Coul

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Sock Monster

Jun 2, 2017
2 min

Flash Fiction Friday: The Sock Monster

“The Sock Monster was at it again.” Susan placed a pile of folded laundry on her son’s twin bed, a set of mismatched socks right on top. “He’s been hungry, lately,” Kyle said. The seven year-old sat crossed legged on his bed, a comic book before him. “Can we get more?” Susan bent to put some t-shirts in the dresser. “Get more what, hon?” “Socks. For The Sock Monster.” “We’re not buying more socks for a fictional character, Kyle.” “But he’s not fix-chinal—” “Fictional.” “Yeah,

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Flash Fiction Friday: Insomnia

May 26, 2017
1 min

Flash Fiction Friday: Insomnia

Five hours. If I fall asleep now I can still get five hours sleep. Rhonda rolled over in her bed with a grunt, her pillow tossed over her head. ** “Dad said this house is mine.” Dean held a jar in the air. “But you got the last two,” Colin whined. “You can sprinkle Sleep Dust on the next client.” “No!” The invisible fairies scuffled, jar crashing to the floor. “Look what you did,” Dean scolded. “We have to hit headquarters for another bottle, now.” “Jeez,” Colin mumbled. ** R

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