Category Flash Fiction

Disastrous – Five Sentence Fiction

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“This isn’t working any more.”

“But Carrie, I don’t understand – what did I do wrong?”

Nothing, Jay, nothing at all – everything runs out of steam eventually.”

“But what am I supposed to do now?”

“Go down to the goddamn store and buy a new TV, duh!”

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For some people, a broken TV is a calamity! I hope you enjoyed my sideways look at life’s little problems.

Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this latest photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read more entries – and do take part – it’s fun!

Constant – Magpie Tales

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Starry Night by alex ruiz

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

 The man gazes up at the thin silver crescent suspended in the night sky. It is immovable, as if anchored by invisible threads that have been woven by the hands of the gods themselves.

He can see her, his love. She is waiting for him.

He is the Moonkeeper, yet without her, he would be lost. She has no idea that her home is also a moon that waxes and wanes at the whim of the universe.

It is better that she does not know. It is better that she remains unaware of her power and responsibility. Only he knows that her moon remains whole, remains illuminated as a constant. It is only the shadow that he casts from his moon that turns her light to shade, her shade to light.

He blows her a kiss, imagines it landing on her lips.

It will reach her. It always does.

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Here’s my latest entry to Magpie Tales. It follows on from the theme of the piece I wrote for Five Sentence Fiction the other week – I love a moon! What a beautiful, magical inspiration of an image, don’t you think?

I hope you enjoy this week’s entry- and please do visit Magpie Tales for amazing poetry and prose!

 

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Time Flies – Five Sentence Fiction

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I can hear my Mum’s voice, clear and bell-like as if she is standing right next to me.

“A watched kettle never boils, Ellie!”

I shrug off the words, shoulders tight and tense, staring intently at the clock on the wall opposite – the second hand barely seems to be moving.

Time is elastic.

My patience, however, is not.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this gorgeous photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…