Tag: flash fiction
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Stenciled Dreams | One-Hundred-Word Story
A long-retired farmer found his first “gift from the heavens,” as he calls it, when it fell from orbit and landed in his field. Since then, he has recovered several more pieces of space junk on his back forty. He’s out in the barn most evenings, welding and hammering, building a spacecraft. Harold plans to…
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Paved Around | Fifty-Word Story
The shade feels old under the canopy of the tall oak that stands proudly in the middle of a brick street. I walked up to its massive trunk, running my hands across the burled bark. “I’m glad they never cut you down.” The grand tree didn’t answer, or need to.
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Return to Origin | One-Hundred-Word Story
This is the fourth and final installment in The Inconvenient Apocalypse. If you missed the previous parts of Sarah’s cosmic breakfast saga, catch up on Part 1: Off Script, Part 2: Extinction with a Side of Coffee, and Part 3: The Binary Breakfast. Bernie’s Log — Stardate 2312: The humanoid who identifies as Sarah is…
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The Binary Breakfast | One-Hundred-Word Story
This is the third installment in The Inconvenient Apocalypse. If you’re just joining Sarah’s cosmic morning routine, catch up on Part 1: Off Script and Part 2: Extinction with a Side of Coffee. When Sarah teleports to a local Starbucks with her alien sidekick Bernie, she’s surprised to find no line inside. Plus, there are…
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Extinction with a Side of Coffee | One-Hundred-Word Story
This is the second installment in The Inconvenient Apocalypse. If you missed the cliffhanger in part one, you can catch up on Off Script first! Centara is such a beautiful planet, but Sarah doesn’t know how she got there. Her alien concierge, Bernie, explains. “You’ve been brought to the future, to a world once known…
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Off Script | Fifty-Word Story
Every morning it’s the same thing: a cup of coffee with a bagel and a banana. Predictability is her preference. Until one groggy-eyed day, she looked in the cupboard and there was no coffee and no bagels and no bananas. “What planet is this?!” “Centara 4,” replied the large-headed alien. If you enjoy micro poetry,…
