This week, Chuck admonished us to choose our opening line, so I did. It’s always midnight somewhere. When you got one of the black business cards with these words embossed upon it, it was an invitation. It meant one of Madame Genevive’s girls thought you were really something special. Lots of girls in town had… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Genevive's
Category: Fiction
Free Fiction: Miss Weaver's Lo Mein
Since this week’s Terribleminds flash fiction was a single sentence, and my weekend was too jam-packed to make use of Brainstormer, I dug around and found an as-yet unpublished work of fiction. This is in the tradition of most of my other free fiction, in that it reworks an old tale in a new way.… Continue reading Free Fiction: Miss Weaver's Lo Mein
Flash Fiction: What Happened to Stenz
Image courtesy My Secret London At Chuck’s behest, I entered the Secret Door, and it took me here, where I witnessed the following: Gordon, ironically enough, wasn’t terribly fond of Gordon’s. The wine bar had good vintages at good prices, it was true. It was at least a few steps from London’s main thoroughfares and… Continue reading Flash Fiction: What Happened to Stenz
Flash Fiction: The Deep And Dark Waters
In the pitch darkness of the stormy waters, he swam. Only the occasional burst of lightning far away illuminated the blackness. He was so deep, he could barely hear the thunder. Somewhere his mind was insisting that this was wrong. Waters this dark and deep should have felt unnatural in their pressure and the demands… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Deep And Dark Waters
Flash Fiction: Minerva and Hawkeye
For this week’s flash fiction challenge, They Fight Crime You take all sorts of jobs when you want to break into film. As odd jobs went, this wasn’t a bad one. Lawrence Whitefield leaned back a bit and smiled as he strummed his guitar to the beat of the many drums behind him. The rhythms… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Minerva and Hawkeye
Flash Fiction: The Farmer's Child
In response to being asked to generate a random sentence. This child farms. She knows that it is work mostly done by boys. It is hard, long, muscle-snapping, back-breaking work, from sun-up until sun-down. Tools large and small are used to till the fields, harvest the grain, milk some animals, slaughter others. This child does… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Farmer's Child
Flash Fiction: The Knotted Tree
Having missed the posting of the Super Ultra Mega Game of Aspects like a champ, I fired up the Brainstormer app to get this week’s story going. The wheels gave me: Sacrifice for love, imperialist, forest animals. I may do the aforementioned Game of Aspects Thursday instead! We shall see. Engelmore considered himself no more… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Knotted Tree
Flash Fiction: Mutter
Captured by Matt Blaze For the Terribleminds challenge . Choices are listed after the story. The catacombs beneath the Mütter Museum stretched out for miles beneath the city. Between the sewer systems and the tunnels of the capitol’s mass transit system was a subterranean world few entered of their own volition. In fact, it was… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Mutter
Flash Fiction: The Akubra
For the Terribleminds challenge, Write What You Know, I decided to both fictionalize and sensationalize the car crash I was in. It’s funny how your brain starts click on after it’s been smacked around. First thing I get is a smell. Gasoline, or something more potent. Imagine that smell you can’t get off your fingers… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Akubra
Flash Fiction: The Departure
My entry for the flash fiction challenge Inspiration from Inexplicable Photos: She’d gotten as far she could before her legs decided it was time for a break. Martina counted herself lucky as she sat in the middle of the airport, leaning against a post, not a meter from a packed bench. People hustled and bustled… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Departure
