Tag: flash story

  • Raging Fire

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  • The Scam

    “I couldn’t believe Margaret didn’t know it was a scam. How could she not see all the red flags?” Molly was trying to stay calm, but I could tell she was nervous. She was usually upbeat, but her face had paled considerably since the news came.  “I have no idea. She’s always telling us about…

  • Pollution

    As I watched the car slowly creep down the darkened street, I had suspicions of who was driving. But as Tyler often upgraded his external devices on a regular basis, I couldn’t be sure. He was always the first one with a new car, the newest phone, the newest clothes. Everything. I never knew what…

  • High Ceiling

    I knew the high ceilings would be a problem when I needed to paint.  And I needed to get everything painted quickly, before Jameson got home.  If he knew what had happened while he was out of town on a work trip, I would never be able to get through our relationship if he knew…

  • The Island

    I knew there was something off about the island the moment I arrived.  The sun was a little too bright and the water was a little too blue.  Even with the sun on my back, I wasn’t warm.  I wasn’t happy like I knew everyone expected me to be.  I was on vacation.  I was…

  • Jacket Pocket

    I knew there was a problem as soon as I put on my mother’s jacket.  Her pockets were too heavy.  I had finally found her hiding spot; the hiding spot I had been searching for.  I knew she had forgotten she had left the photos in her pocket because she had been hiding them from…

  • Adoration

    Hazel had always told me my adoration of Taylor was misplaced.  That he wasn’t the All-American, small-town boy he made himself out to be.  But I couldn’t help myself.  He was charming, but sullen.  Down to earth, yet wild.  A straight shooter with attention problems.  He came from a well-to-do family.  In short, he had everything I…

  • Repulsed

    I was completely repulsed by the stranger immediately.  There was something about his swagger that triggered me.  It kind of reminded me of how my neighbor walked and even though he was cleared of any wrongdoing by a technicality, I was pretty sure he did murder his wife.  Stacy “disappeared” two days after I heard…

  • The Therapist

    For whatever reason, the therapist’s office looked familiar as soon as I walked in.  Up until that very moment, I had been under the impression I had never been to therapy before in my life.  My parents had never been ones to share their feelings very often and in return, neither did I.  But there…

  • Thunder Rumbling

    “The next time the thunder rumbles, we’ll have to hide.  Six rumbles in a row means only bad news is coming.”  Larry pulled the blanket farther over his head and closed his eyes.  I could feel his body start to shake the longer we stayed crouched in the corner.  I wanted to disregard everything he…