This post is part of Writer’s Digest February Flash Fiction Challenge. Flash Fiction is a short, often under 1,000 words, style of writing. I hope you enjoy my 28 contributions! Day 6 Prompt: Absurdist Fiction Adam peeked into Megan’s office, knocking on the half-opened door. She jumped at the unexpected sound, her mind complete mush after staring at the same…
This post is part of Writer’s Digest February Flash Fiction Challenge. Flash Fiction is a short, often under 1,000 words, style of writing. I hope you enjoy my 28 contributions! Day 5 Prompt: Couples Eric stood behind Jeff, focusing on the reflection of his hands in the mirror. After a few more flicks of the wrist, a beautifully constructed Windsor…
This post is part of Writer’s Digest February Flash Fiction Challenge. Flash Fiction is a short, often under 1,000 words, style of writing. I hope you enjoy my 28 contributions! Day 4 Prompt: Write From a Kitchen Items Perspective When Amy first pulled me out of my box, she said, “It is so beautiful!” A couple days later, sitting on…
This post is part of Writer’s Digest February Flash Fiction Challenge. Flash Fiction is a short, often under 1,000 words, style of writing. I hope you enjoy my 28 contributions! Day 3 Prompt: Use the Color Red “Anyway, I’ll let you go. Have a great weekend and be careful!” “I will, mom,” I laughed, “I’ll call you when I get…
This post is part of Writer’s Digest February Flash Fiction Challenge. Flash Fiction is a short, often under 1,000 words, style of writing. I hope you enjoy my 28 contributions! Day 2 Prompt: Building Tension Sarah screamed excitedly as the bobsled careened around the corner and dove down the final drop into the small manmade lake. As they slid to…
This post is part of Writer’s Digest February Flash Fiction Challenge. Flash Fiction is a short, often under 1,000 words, style of writing. I hope you enjoy my 28 contributions! Day 1 Prompt: No Dialogue He had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to fall asleep. Finally, around 3:30, Andy pulled himself out of bed and wandered down the…
“Did you know a witch lives down the street from me?” Kirstina’s brown eyes were wide with excitement as her sun-bleached hair whirled wildly with the wind blowing in through the car window. “A real one?” I asked. I had never seen a witch before, but remember Frankie mentioning that a witch lived down the street from him too. He…
Her hands trembled as she affixed the spider-like false eyelashes to her eyelids. She carefully adjusted the long artificial follicles so that they were even with each other, fanning the drying glue with her free hand. Satisfied with the blend of colors, glitter, and shimmer adorning her eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips, she sat back in her chair and grabbed…