Elegant Daughter
This short story came from a prompt at Chuck Wendig’s blog. I have up to 1500 words to write in but I am pretty sure I won’t need that many. It’s called Elegant Daughter, based on a random number generator. Here’s the story: I’ve been called many things.Bratty, snooty, and a B. But one time, just once in my life, I was called elegant. That is what this story is about. How I went from elegant to a B.Yes, it is all related. My parents are not rich. We have never had money in our lives. My dad works two
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Flash Fiction Friday: your inventory
I used to put flash fiction here on Fridays and I will return to that soon, but at the moment I am writing on a women’s fiction novel and getting ready to go on vacation so my time is at a premium. Yes, I don’t even have time to blog! Georgie Pauwels / Foter / Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) So, instead of my writing a flash piece here, I am going to post the inventory and you can write one instead! yes, I am referring to the post about INVENTORY a’ la Wendig that I put
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Flash Fiction: The Phoenix
The Phoenix, an original flash fiction by Kim Smith OliBac / Foter / Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) “It’s a rooster,” Danny said. “A regular old rooster.” “Nuh uh,” I told him. “It’s a phoenix. That’s a magical bird if ever there was one.” “Magical how? They crow, they eat, they poop, and they roost.” “Just watch him,” I said. “He’s got that crown of color on his head, like a king.” “Crown? You’re nuts. That’s a cocks’ comb.” “Bet you if we follow him around long enough he’ll lead us to his pyre.” “What’s a pyre?”
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100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge
This is the challenge posted up at Chuck Wendig’s blog from May 25. Write a story in 100 words. Make it a full story, beginning, middle and end. Great challenge, Chuck. a sliver of sunlight A Sliver of Sunrise Through curtains it flowed. A sliver of sunlight. It traveled like liquid gold from the window from where it started down in the midst of dust motes. It trampled across the buff-colored comforter and slithered onto the bed. Then as abruptly as it began, the darkness overcame it and it disappeared. Only to reappear in infinity inside the mirror on the
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Red Bookshop-Flash Fiction Friday
Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday. This week, I took another idea from Chuck Wendig’s blog, over at Terrible Minds. I hope you like it. You can find other flash fiction on this website under Flash Fiction here. Flash Fiction Friday: Red Bookshop The Red Bookshop Selena could still hear the train’s soft woo woo as it cut a path through the snowy woods. It was taking away her Robert, and she could only stand and wrap her arms around herself to ward off the cold. It was stealing it’s way down into her bones and soon she would be as
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