Posts Tagged: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge

The Gate

THE GATE There was a door. It was round and made of wood with a silver symbol carved in its center. It stood out in the street, so clean amongst abandoned buildings and old paint peeling off walls. “PHOTOCENTRE”, it said above

The Gate

THE GATE There was a door. It was round and made of wood with a silver symbol carved in its center. It stood out in the street, so clean amongst abandoned buildings and old paint peeling off walls. “PHOTOCENTRE”, it said above

The City of Light

Every night, I see her. There she is, smiling at me, like nothing ever happened to her. Like she didn’t die by the hand of a trusted friend, like she never suffered of loss. She takes my hand and guides me through stone halls, and we talk. She asks me how I am, how are things “back home”. I tell how I am struggling with stubborn friends who won’t listen to my warnings, and she helps me. I tell her how much I miss her, and she kisses me.

The City of Light

Every night, I see her. There she is, smiling at me, like nothing ever happened to her. Like she didn’t die by the hand of a trusted friend, like she never suffered of loss. She takes my hand and guides me through stone halls, and we talk. She asks me how I am, how are things “back home”. I tell how I am struggling with stubborn friends who won’t listen to my warnings, and she helps me. I tell her how much I miss her, and she kisses me.

Dancing with the Devil

Have you ever wished that you could do something with your life? Like, something really incredible. Like, changing the world. Like, leaving a legacy.

Dancing with the Devil

Have you ever wished that you could do something with your life? Like, something really incredible. Like, changing the world. Like, leaving a legacy.

I Believe I Can Fly

This is going to be a hard one, Jacob thought as he raced swiftly to the top of the scaffolding along with three other boys. Their friendship was somewhat toxic, he knew it; they kept encouraging each other to do the most stupid and dangerous deeds, as if to prove something to each other. That was also why he loved them so much; they were his very best friends.

I Believe I Can Fly

This is going to be a hard one, Jacob thought as he raced swiftly to the top of the scaffolding along with three other boys. Their friendship was somewhat toxic, he knew it; they kept encouraging each other to do the most stupid and dangerous deeds, as if to prove something to each other. That was also why he loved them so much; they were his very best friends.

Remember

Do you remember the day you heard of this coastal city, hidden beyond mountains, where everyone is welcome? Do you remember what they said? That the sand was softer than any silk, the water was warmer than any bath, the sun was brighter than anywhere else.

Remember

Do you remember the day you heard of this coastal city, hidden beyond mountains, where everyone is welcome? Do you remember what they said? That the sand was softer than any silk, the water was warmer than any bath, the sun was brighter than anywhere else.

The Little Girl on the Red Bench

The little girl on the red bench waited every Saturday afternoon for her mother to pick her up from her play date. She sang along music playing in her head and let her feet swing in the air in rhythm.

The Little Girl on the Red Bench

The little girl on the red bench waited every Saturday afternoon for her mother to pick her up from her play date. She sang along music playing in her head and let her feet swing in the air in rhythm.

Karma

“Follow me! This way!”

The teenagers kept talking without paying attention to the guide.

“Stick together please!”

The woman ushered her group to the next room, used to being ignored. She just went on with her speech, counting the remaining pieces of the exhibit she had to explain to brainless kids who couldn’t care less.

Karma

“Follow me! This way!”

The teenagers kept talking without paying attention to the guide.

“Stick together please!”

The woman ushered her group to the next room, used to being ignored. She just went on with her speech, counting the remaining pieces of the exhibit she had to explain to brainless kids who couldn’t care less.

He Loves Me…

“He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me…”

The teenager was pacing on the sidewalk, tearing apart daisies and leaving a trail of white petals.

What to do, what to do? Go home and pretend nothing happened or pound at his door and confront him about the kiss?

He Loves Me…

“He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me…”

The teenager was pacing on the sidewalk, tearing apart daisies and leaving a trail of white petals.

What to do, what to do? Go home and pretend nothing happened or pound at his door and confront him about the kiss?

Sunset

The sun was setting and the whole street was showered in a golden glow. Sitting at the window, Alex was staring outside without seeing the beauty of the scene. His mind was filled with darkness; he felt only resentment when he thought of the accident. He didn’t talk about it though, he never did.

Sunset

The sun was setting and the whole street was showered in a golden glow. Sitting at the window, Alex was staring outside without seeing the beauty of the scene. His mind was filled with darkness; he felt only resentment when he thought of the accident. He didn’t talk about it though, he never did.

Hope and Dreams

Allie breathed deeply as she walked in the bar. She was full of hope, full of dreams. Maybe today would be her lucky day. Maybe today, she would get her first gig.

Hope and Dreams

Allie breathed deeply as she walked in the bar. She was full of hope, full of dreams. Maybe today would be her lucky day. Maybe today, she would get her first gig.