Tag: flash story

  • The Wrong Lips

    “The lips seem wrong,” I heard Jerome mutter to himself. I sighed internally because I knew he was going to start all over again. We had a show in less than two weeks and he was obsessing over the lips on his third painting. He needed to have no less than ten paintings and he…

  • Silence

    When the song came on, Bill immediately started to cry. I had a strong suspicion it had something to do with Melinda, but I wasn’t sure I could ask. Mainly because I didn’t think he would answer truthfully. Ever since Melinda’s disappearance, Bill had been acting oddly, but wouldn’t give any clues away. As was…

  • Playground Party

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  The rain had almost ruined the party, but now I knew it was going to go exactly how I envisioned. Chase hated the rain and getting wet so I knew he wouldn’t leave his house if there was a chance of either happening. I think he was sure he was…

  • Keep it Clean

    “All I wanted to do was to take a shower and no one would let me!  Every time I went near the bathroom, someone would block the door.  I didn’t understand what was going on.”  Elizabeth acted indignant, but I knew she really just wanted everyone to listen to her. She was obsessed with being…

  • Professor Trelawney

    Hannah always wanted us to refer to her as the shaman of the group though none of us really understood why. She always wanted to be able to future and had somehow tricked some of our classmates that she actually could. She was beginning to have a following of people who wanted her to read…

  • The Cookie Monster

    I always knew my neighbor was a villain. Not a criminal, but a villain. He didn’t break any laws when he yelled at people for walking on the sidewalk in front of his house or driving too slowly down the street, but I think he thought someone was spying on him. All the time. I…

  • The Milk

    When the milk was gone, I knew we were in trouble.  Milk was a necessity in our house and when it was gone, I knew my mom was back in one of her ‘moods’.  We never knew when one of her moods was going to hit or how long it was going to last.  I…

  • The Laundromat

    Check out my story on Booked Solid in Santa Fe, a blog courtesy of the Santa Fe Public Library.

  • The Smell of Decay

    The smell of decay was strong as soon as I stepped onto the porch. I hadn’t visited the house in weeks because I hadn’t wanted to confront the man who was living there unannounced. I had hoped he would leave after the last time I came by and threatened him, but the smell didn’t seem…

  • My Last Swim

    The last time I went for a swim was when I was ten years old. I have not set one toe into a pool, lake or ocean since that day. Up until that moment I had loved the water, the feeling of weightlessness, but the terror from that day ruined water forever for me. My…