Tag: microfiction
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Flash Fiction 12 – Missed Days
Grace ran down the stairs of her apartment building, almost colliding with the cleaners. They must have come a day early, Grace thought as she nodded and smiled, because they usually came on Tuesdays. When Grace got to work she realised it was Tuesday. Where had Monday gone? The week flew past. Grace spent…
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Flash Fiction 9 – The Decision
They sat high on the ridge, watching the flickering campfires below. The night was cold and vast, the sky a glittering dome of stars. The dry grasses rattled in the wind. “If we join them we lose our freedom,” Rill muttered. “If we stay here we starve,” Ella said, “There’s warmth, food, a future down…
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Flash Fiction 7 – Friday night drinks
“Would you rather live in the 1970s or the 1980s?” the handsome young man with the soft brown eyes leaned in closer. Katy giggled. The wine bar was so noisy on Friday nights. This guy had an unusual line of conversation. “Hmmm,” she said, “1970s.” “Interesting,” he flashed a smile and sipped his drink, “New…
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Flash Fiction 6 – The Week Away
The writer had been working frantically all month. The words poured from her fingertips, filling her notebooks and speeding across the screen of her laptop. Ideas had come to her on the street, in the supermarket, on the train or during conversations with friends, sprinkling down like stardust. Her desk summoned her as she wrote…