Day Five of photography101 and the theme is solitude. The Great. From here, the world was silent.
The Great.
Day Five of photography101 and the theme is solitude. The Great. From here, the world was silent.
Suffocate.
Its feathered tentacles invaded his lungs.
Red.
Today’s task is one of perspectives… “A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to…
Absent.
The challenge of the day… to imagine you’ve stumbled across a letter that hasn’t made it to its addressee, and to create a story from it in as few words as possible. So to the great Hemmingway for inspiration I…
Flash Fiction Friday. Tress.
Her blonde burned until it bled.
Flash Fiction Friday. Watery.
All malevolence vanished with every droplet.
Flash Fiction Friday. In Deep.
His head bobbed… and vanished, rippling.
Flash Fiction Friday. Rendezvous.
The usual place. He lingered, hoping.
Flash Fiction Friday. Only the brave.
Her hand hovered. Did she dare?
Flash Fiction Friday. Tread Carefully.
She hissed “Never ask me again”.
