Tag: Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction

Collector

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“The very last one,” Meredith whispered as she pinned the treasure to a small square of cardboard and lowered it carefully into the box.

She’d tracked the Solar Locust, Eater of Worlds, through six systems and two light-years. A mottled brown with only a hint of the yellow that adorned the female, he wasn’t the prettiest prize. But the end of a line. “Priceless.”

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She watched the shadow through the doorway, felt the life drain from her mate. The thief had stolen her post-coital meal, sealing her fate. Her brood would make a delightful parting gift.

 

A World Eater tale.
My first contribution to Friday Fictioneers  organized by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 100 words. Photo prompt. To see other’s responses to the prompt go here.
Photo Copyright – Shaktiki Sharma

A Pleasure to Burn #Flash Fiction

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She threw the token onto the pile in the center of the table.

Chisholm froze. “You serious?”

“I’m always serious,” she said, letting an amused smile curl one corner of her mouth as the eyebrow above it raised. “Even when I’m playing.”

“Especially when she’s playing,” chimed Davis. He’d folded on the previous round, his tongue, and his wisdom, loosened by whiskey. A tight player when he was sober, Davis had dropped to two gold pieces after ordering his fourth glass. “Serious like a dog star…”

Chisholm shot Davis a glance to shut him up and leaned into the light to pick up the small figurine. Continue reading “A Pleasure to Burn #Flash Fiction” →

Unseen – Three Line Tales

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She might have laughed at how readily they followed the ruse had she intended the test to remain un-passed.

So it turned that a few words printed on a card pointed them back from whence they’d come – the framed, the windowed, the doored – and locked her in her loneliness.

Instead, she comforted herself with the dream of an impossible friend who paused to breathe, followed the signs instead of the sign, and fumbled upon the invisible line that looped through the rusting ring.

 

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Three Line Tales, Week 57