Category: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
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LOCKSLEY
The priest held the heavy wooden chest tightly as the carriage bumped along the path. The coachman whipped the horses, travelling at breakneck speed. They emerged from the forest and the pace relaxed. Out from the cover of the trees, no-one would dare ambush them now. The wheels rattled as they ran over the cobbled stones…
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DO PUMPKINS SINK OR FLOAT?
Bill and Trevor stared at the unwanted trailer and the selection of large orange oblate spheroids within it. ‘Who attaches a trailer to the back of a pickup anyway? How was I to know?’ Trevor moaned. ‘This time of year, apparently, it’s the local pumpkin farmer.’ Bill paused. ‘Hide the pickup in the back. We’ll…
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IN FULL BLOOM
Archie slowly creaked his way up the ladder with the garden shears and began pruning back the large, pink rhododendron bushes. ‘Morning, Mr. Williams.’ It was Rose, the teenage daughter from next door. ‘Morning, Rose,’ Archie called after her. He’d known her since she was a cheeky five year old tomboy. Now he looked at…
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THE WORST NUCLEAR BUNKER IN THE WORLD
October 28th 1962, the town of Midwest, Wyoming, USA. ‘But why clothes pegs?’ ‘Very useful things, you never know when you might need one.’ Jack looked again at the selection of jars and packets on the shelves. ‘It doesn’t seem like much. Wouldn’t we need to stay underground for months or years?’ Victor sighed. ‘It’s…
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THE WRITER’S SPIRAL
Mark met Bob from Accounting at the bottom of the stairs. ‘Another Monday morning,’ said Bob, as they began the trudge up to the office. Mark grunted in reply. Bob began every Monday with the same conversation. ‘Don’t you ever feel like we’re hamsters in a wheel, going round and round and getting nowhere?’ Bob continued. ‘There…
Iain Kelly 