FLASH FICTION

WILLOW AND ASH

Willow watched each day as the other nymphs and spirits of the forest passed by her stump and crossed the bridge over the water. They all looked so happy when they got to the other side…

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HAT SHOP

Ronald the Raccoon had a busy, busy day ahead of him.

He tossed away his blanket and stretched his arms up, up, UP and yawned the biggest yawn any raccoon had ever yawned…

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HOUSE

All of the lights flicker once, twice, three times, and then the house plunges into darkness.

The girl says, “Hello?”

No reply.

The girl stands up from her chair, feeling around with her hands before she steps forward…

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LOUISE MONOLOGUE

This is a short monologue I wrote recently about a little girl named Louise! I think I might turn it into a larger piece of work eventually, but for right now it exists on its own.

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Louise, 8 years old, is in her bedroom. The room is gray and bare, except for a bed in the center of the floor. She’s sitting on a box.

LOUISE

Sometimes aliens come and take me in their spaceship…

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FRIENDS OF THE FOREST

A girl walked through the forest, dragging her dog along behind her. She had a red button coat, brown winter boots, and black hair braided in two parts on either side of her face.

The dog didn’t want to go into the forest. He had a very good reason: the forest was scary. And dark. And the wind was whispering the stories of those who had ventured into its branches before and stayed forevermore…

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PATCH OF GRASS

The woman and the man were holding boxes.

There was a girl. A small girl, with braided pigtails black as a beetle’s shell, and just as shiny too. Her eyes couldn’t stay in one place; they were dancing in time with her bouncing heels on the pavement.

The three members of the family were standing on the patio.

The woman turned to the girl and smiled. “Isn’t this a pretty backyard, Piper?”

Piper clapped her hands with delight…

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HOUSEMATES

The Five Stages of Decay:

Fresh, Bloat, Purge, Advanced Decay, Dry Remains

My mother and I were in the waiting room of the complex. We were finalizing the paperwork for my relocation. I recently had been affected with a rather unfortunate eviction from my previous inhabitance, resulting in me having to settle for a “group-living” situation for the time being, rather unfortunately…

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