Tag: flash fiction
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Cedar Surprise | One-Hundred-Word Story
From inside the house I heard it, a high-pitched whistle, “Tssee.” It was soft, almost electrical, and coming from the western redcedar out front. I looked out the window and saw the tall tree filled with birds. But what kind? Walking out slowly under the needle-covered canopy, I looked up. It was dozens of Cedar…
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Real to Me | Two-Hundred-Word Story
You hear a bit of everything at a barbershop; even religion and politics are fair game. While a brown-skinned man waits for his turn in the chair, he buys a Coke from the vintage soda machine. The owner, Scottie still sells them in glass bottles for fifty cents. Juan immigrated from Mexico with his family…
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Building Around the Clumps | 50-Word Story
When I was a little kid, I loved to play in the sandbox. Unfortunately, our cats used it too. And they weren’t making sandcastles. Some families are like that: they’re fragile to begin with and occasionally the sand gets squishy. You go on building, but watch out for the clumps. If you enjoy micro poetry,…
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Settling Grounds | One-Hundred-Word Story
When you make coffee the old-fashioned way there’s space to pause and think. Listening to the percolator’s steady “burple,” watching the water turn darker in the all glass pot, reminds me of something. But what? It’s time to take the brew off the burner. I set it aside to cool a bit and let any…
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Honey in the Cracks | One-Hundred-Word Story
She survived on the streets of the big city: drinking out of puddles, eating handouts, and sleeping wherever she safely could. There were so many more, darting nervously through back alleys, avoiding the authorities. But something was different about this wee girl; the cruelty of a world she didn’t choose never crushed her sweet, sweet…
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In the Time We Have | One-Hundred-Word Story
“I don’t wanna wait til tomorrow,” he texted back with a shaky index finger. The middle-aged dad’s face scrunched up as deep furrows formed on his sweaty brow. Tim put the phone down on his hospital bed. He’d asked his adult son to call, but the young man messaged back, “I’ll talk with you tomorrow,…
