Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

The Lady

Posted on March 18, 2015 by

There are already hundreds of stories, legends, and anecdotes out there about how, sometimes, getting what you want can be the worst thing to ever happen to you. This is not one of those. Getting what you want, what you … Continue reading →

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Moon

Posted on March 11, 2015 by

My family volunteered for the moon depopulation program when I was nine. The newspapers compared it to Westward Expansion and a war crime all at once. We were refugees at the same time that we were pioneers. To me it … Continue reading →

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Lost/Found

Posted on February 25, 2015 by

They tell me I lost my mind. Somewhere between the moons of Argos and Hotep, buried away in the freight hold, crushed between two boxes of dried proteins, I apparently went mad. They tell me they’re relieved I’m feeling better … Continue reading →

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Enough

Posted on February 4, 2015 by

A clacking behind me; I turn around. A young woman with a black backpack rolls towards me on a blue Razor scooter, her moss-green high-heeled boots pushing her along the cobbled path and through the cold sun of the first … Continue reading →

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Peaches

Posted on January 28, 2015 by

When I put the first spoonful into my mouth, I started to cry. The sugar melted on my tongue and the sweet tartness of the juices made the roof of my mouth tingle. A teardrop reached the corner of my … Continue reading →

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Wake Up

Posted on January 21, 2015 by

“Do you ever wake up and get annoyed that the world still exists?” David thought about the question, pressing the soggy flakes of his cereal under the milk with the tip of his spoon. At the other end of the … Continue reading →

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Before the Dawn

Posted on January 14, 2015 by

The days were getting longer, the early morning sky streaked with dull sunlight when he rose now, the clouds like a pane of frosted glass through which the light struggled to shine. Henry folded the last of Stephanie’s clothes into … Continue reading →

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Movement

Posted on January 7, 2015 by

Moving is hard for writers. I think it’s hard for everyone, of course, but being a writer and moving presents a unique set of problems that I’m not sure everyone else experiences, or at least experiences to the same extent. … Continue reading →

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The Wild

Posted on December 31, 2014 by

I worry, at times, that Rapunzel exchanged one ivory tower for another; one with bigger windows and more staircases, but a tower nonetheless. I wonder, sometimes, how unhappy she really was, cast out into the wilderness, sheared and alone for … Continue reading →

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Measurements of Time

Posted on December 17, 2014 by

We were driving down to Oregon a week before Christmas, each contemplating what the move would mean for us, when the radio died. We hadn’t been listening to the radio; we’d brought a book full of CDs to while away … Continue reading →

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