Tag: flash in the pan

Dead Ends

This once-flourishing farm community, wasting away —

Resorting to superstitious custom.

Disgusting.

Their only physical evidence was the crazed bust that once topped her tombstone —

inexplicably smashed; curious, but insufficient.

“Gentlemen,” VanKirk declared, “since you insist, you may exhume my daughter. I sincerely doubt you will find her. . . a vampire.”

Preposterous.



This flash fiction in 50 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (crazed).

Return: Stranded

Marczynski scanned the arid landscape, trembling, exhaling freezing vapor plumes. Their assignment complete, now they could. . . what? Their drive was shot, backup systems all failed; Samil gagged, chained and detained to face the Tribunal at home; only they’d never return, and Samil was … Continue reading Return: Stranded

Around: Contagion

When it started going around we assumed biological warfare, except every patient presented a different set of symptoms. Things got weirder when the CDC finally received a spectrum of blood and tissue samples. “Group 1 comprises several specialized proteins previously unseen in nature. Functions range … Continue reading Around: Contagion

FORWARD: A Dark Canvas, Full of Light

The Great Mother, essence of chaos, gave birth to twin daughters who were joined –
one black-eyed, one white-eyed blind.
They crafted a seed of light and planted it in the void;
when Mother touched it, the stars descended.

Rather than allow their children to fall into chaos,
the dark-eyed daughter knits a blanket to catch them as they fall.
The white-eyed daughter tied a line to the edge,
counting each row as it moves forward.


This flash fiction in 75 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan

RIGHT: Finding a Different Path

Cooper knew nobody else could do this:

each time he closed his eyes, he saw himself run toward a particular corner and turn left.

He could do this all day; his body lay shattered in a hospital bed –

useless.

Each time, blown clean out of his running shoes by a runaway sedan.

If he could find a different path, he could switch into it;

this one was beginning to cramp his style anyway.

Apparently, the multiverse was out to get him. Not once yet has he taken a right instead.

Hey – no sweat, right? He could do this all day.


This flash fiction in 100 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan