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~ ~ Clowns Don't Really Smile ~ ~ by Milo James Fowler, California |
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~ Last of Its Kind ~ ~ by Mark Evans, Qatar |
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The bots picked through the remains of the strange creature ~ bipedal wetware ~ how it fought. |
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Short-Shorts![]()
Housed within
this virtual Gallery is a listing of our Flash Fiction.
Shorter tales that tickle the imagination and give but a
glimpse into strange places where the unusual happens . .
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Anna is
Hungry
by
A. Merc Rustad, Minnesota |
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Anna sat on the ceiling eating the cat. She’d peeled
off its skin and dropped it on the floor where it lay like a
silky gray puddle.
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The
Apparition
by
Francis Alexander,
Ohio |
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A scream hurdled through the frigid night air.
Drake sat up in bed, yawned, and tried to chart the direction of
the distress.
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Backseat
Driver
by Jack
Wickenhofer, West Virginia |
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"Turn left in two miles," The mounted GPS on my dashboard rang
out.
"That's okay. I'm not going home right away today." I said.
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Cancellation
by
Dan Marvin, Kentucky |
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"Doctor, there’s a portal to another dimension in my
kitchen," Dennis told me. I inwardly sighed and
wondered what I had done to deserve this today.
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The Dead of Winter
by
Roger A. Jurack, Iowa
Zap Room Escapee |
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"Why are you afraid?"
His face animated for a moment, and then went as blank as the
featureless walls of his room.
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Emerald
by Eva
Eliav, Israel |
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The colony was well-protected, a beehive the bees never
left. The woman had been born there. Like the
others in her world, she had no name.
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The
Essence of Man
by
Andrew Knighton,
United Kingdom |
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The boom of cannon shook plaster dust from the
ceiling. It drifted like smoke between Fulvio and
the Count. |
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If
These Walls Could Talk
by
Sean L. Patterson, Oklahoma |
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"You sure about this, Mick?" asked Baz doubtfully.
I clapped him on the back. "As sure as I am about anything."
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Iota Waves
by Richard Egan,
New Brunswick, Canada |
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Balbina Jacobs tenderly kissed her slumbering daughter
upon the forehead, the child’s angelic face and gentle,
rhythmic snoring instilling a sense of profound
tranquility within the young mother. |
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A Justified Existence
by
Hannah
Beecher, New York
 1st
Fiction Sale
Zap Room Escapee |
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"You
are strange," the housewife said. She nodded once,
the creased fat of her neck swinging definitively.
"Still, you do a good job." |
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Let
There Be Light
by Sergio Palumbo, Italy |
The words were spoken, "Let there be Light!"
And there was light.
The battle stations under the spaceship opened fire at once... |
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Odds n' Ends
by
Marc Colten, Georgia |
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Mr. Arnold was picking through piles of rusted tools at
the dilapidated shack that passed for: Hugo’s
Odds n’ Ends. |
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The
Other Woman
by Stephen J. Simmons, Virginia
Zap Room Escapee |
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Mary Ellen ran sobbing into the garden, tripping over
the pieces of the half-built spaceship and spooking the
herd of unicorns in the process. |
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Playing
the Ghost
by Tarl Roger Kudrick, Virginia |
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As a serious pool player, I routinely practiced the
drill called playing the ghost, but I only met
the ghost once. I was in a little pool room just
outside Vegas.
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The
Remainer
by Jack Skelter, New Zealand |
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"Who told you to come here? Scoot before I shoot your
sorry ass off!"
Bill Waldron had cracked open his tenement door and was shouting at
the clean-cut government agent standing in the filthy
hallway. |
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A
Simple Matter of Priorities
by David H. Hendrickson, Massachusetts |
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In the beginning, God managed it all. He made the
light and saw that it was good. He made the
firmament and saw that it, too, was good. |
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Space
Station Manu
by Sean Vivier, Connecticut |
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Waters wiped the scat from his face and glared.
The chimp bobbed its head up and down, then climbed away
across the steel beams that served for branches in his
cage. |
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The
Stars were Bright over Siberia
by Matthew McLaughlin, Pennsylvania
1st Paid Publication |
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The night sky was clear, and the stars in their millions
shone brightly down on a countryside stripped bare by
biting wind and sheeted with ice. This was
Siberia, a frozen hell. |
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Suspicions of Shadovalt
by Andrew Knighton, United Kingdom |
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"So this is it?" Detective Shadowvalt emerged from
the darkness at the edge of the room, trailing brimstone
and cigarette smoke.
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TMI
by Michael Guillebeau, Alabama |
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The bluetooth headset in his ear was stuck and wouldn't
come out.
"Crap," he said. Madeleine had probably put glue on the
headset last night, after they broke up again.
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Work
by Francis Baker, Ontario, Canada |
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Kittrick believed all the company slogans—until he
returned from his scheduled afternoon break to find the
message on his IN screen.
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Yowgroob
by Burton P. Brodt, Maryland |
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Even at the age of fifteen months, the blue-eyed towhead
was a charmer. He had walked at nine months, and now he
was heavily involved in exploring the uncharted world
underneath things.
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