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FlashFlood A Flood of Flash Fictions for National Flash-Fiction Day

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FlashFlood · 1d ago

Time to Dry Out...

The waters are receding, and the sun will soon dry the land. All that is left is silt and devastation.Thus ends the Flood.So, what did you think? Cracking, wasn't it?As always a big thank yo...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

'Daylight' by Tim Stevenson

In the quiet hour before dawn there was a ‘plink’ and then darkness.Mary swore.Across her desk taxidermy leapt, bright-eyed in the second life she’d given them. These early mornings were sto...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

'Traces' by Anniken Blomberg

Gelis Ker speaks to the elements. There’s fire, burning her temples. There’s water; the base element of the substance trickling out her mouth—entwined with beautiful scarlet thread. There’s ...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

The Sourness of Kisses Past by Michelle Matheson

Sometimes a gift is just a gift; sometimes it is a cry for forgiveness.I hold the amber in my hand, the insect frozen in its centre.  I turn it over searching for the answer to an unspoken q...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

'Study of a Boy with an Aeroplane' by Susmita Bhattacharya

I’m not lover of art. I don’t know how to react to a splurge of colours on canvas. Or appreciate fine brush strokes on paper. And yet, this evening, I chance upon your painting.It has starte...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

'Memento' by Karen Jones

She confuses Jacques Cousteau with Marcel Marceau. She drinks Midori, but has no idea how to pronounce it. She wears shoes that defy gravity and will, in time, change the shape of her calves...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

'Heat/Wave/Length' by Christina Dalcher

H is for hole in the sky Heading into the third day, she wakens to the sun's colours dancing dervish-like on the backs of her eyelids. She is hungry, thirsty, still cold from the desert nig...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

'+++ Memo: Advice for aspiring Miss Universe contestant +++' by Dave Hubble

Well done. You’ve won Miss World.You’ve swimworn, evening-dressed and world-peaced your way up the beauty ladder and managed to avoid any slippery scandals on the way. You’re officially the ...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

'A Throne of Bayonets' by Joy Myerscough

So Skirts and Chintz and me come out the pub and find ourselves dead opposite the haunted house. I say it’s a tourist trap, but Chintz says out for a lark. So in we go. And yes, it’s hokey. ...
FlashFlood · 1d ago

Tinder by Angelita Bradney

It happens three days into my solo holiday. A touch deep inside my abdomen, both of me and not of me. I sit up and place a hand on my warm belly. Above, the papery fronds of palm trees shift...