Flash Fiction Friday: The Wagon

Another week, another entry in the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. Enjoy! “When did it appear?” Deputy Bryan Jones circled the broken farm wagon. Blue sparks popped from its rusted wheels. “An hour ago, I think.” Bobby Dennison stood against his father and stared at the wagon. “You think?” “Me an’ Stevie got here … Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: The Wagon

Flash Fiction Friday: The Greatest Treasure Man Has Ever Known

Another week, another Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. Here's my post, enjoy! “Here?” Becky stared at the foaming pool. Names graffitied the rock around the pool. “It’s what the map says,” John said. “How do we know it’s still here?” “Only one way,” John stripped to his boxers. “Is it worth it? The water … Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: The Greatest Treasure Man Has Ever Known

Flash Fiction Friday: While The Storm Raged On

Here's this week's entry in the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. Enjoy! The floodwaters rose and tore away the land all around them. Trapped. They were trapped. Kristen spun, searching for an escape. The wind snapped the trees disappeared. The little hilltop was an island now, and it was disappearing. Papa held her screaming. … Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: While The Storm Raged On

Flash Fiction Friday: The Captain and the Siren

This is my entry for the week's Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. “Darling, you simply must!” the Dowager Countess Baker squeezed Elizabeth’s arm. Grand Dame Silver finished her warbling and bowed to the polite applause. Elizabeth smiled, but it did not touch her eyes, and glided toward the window next to the piano. The … Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: The Captain and the Siren

Flash Fiction Friday: The Unexpected Typical Day

Here's my take on this week's Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. Enjoy! Sirens scream two blocks away. What now? Better not mess up my day. I yawn and run my hand through my hair. Early morning interviews are killing me. What’s the point? They won’t hire me. Wonder what the excuse will be this … Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: The Unexpected Typical Day