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Small Apartment

I lost my girlfriend in the apartment. It’s not a big apartment by any means. But, I lost her. “Meesha?”…

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Red and Boring

An astronaut walks on Mars. She is the first human to do so. After two minutes, she feels lazy, and…

astronaut, boredom, fiction, flash fiction, flash story, future, laziness, mars, short story, story, writer

Nonna’s Witches

Nonna gets dropped off at Kappy’s. She wants to get tipsy this evening. Not black-out-drunk. Just something to get through…

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Rowdkil

The moon hung, silently. Somewhere far, a clock ticked past two. The forest slept. Well. Mostly. Around a small, dying…

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The Waves

Her phone rings rings rings – riiiing. Hello Hi, you little thing She drops the phone. Cries out. Little thing,…

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Monster Egg

I took myself to the hospital. Feeling sick. Pretty dizzy. ‘Well,’ the doctor said. ‘You’ve got an egg in your…

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Fortune In a Cookie

  Your life is meaningless. Lucky numbers: 89, 9, 20, 19 So reads the fortune within your after-dinner cookie. You…

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Guy’s Got a Jukebox

I’m just tryna drink. It’s late. After eleven. And this guy. I’ve never seen him in the bar before. This…

fiction, flash fiction, jukebox, memories, short story, story, writer

The Painted Thumb

WE OF THE PAINTED THUMBS DEMAND THAT YOU PAINT. YOUR. THUMB. They were in the dark basement of some university.…

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Mrs. Diary

  Hullo, Mrs. Diary, I went to the stream again this morning. That girl was still there. I didn’t bring…

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