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Music of the Spheres ~ by Mike Frost, New York |
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Strings plucked: music (Of the Spheres): Pythagorean string theory harmonizing life. |
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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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Assassin
by
Lawrence Edward Elder,
Kentucky |
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Erick’s thudding heart vibrated through the delicate bones
of his right hand, which was now implanted in his chest.
He’d expected as much, once this moment came.
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Atonement
by
Tanya L. Schofield,
Georgia |
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Enar stood in the dankest of
alleys, immersed in the stench of wet garbage, awaiting the
answer to his call. The sea sang in the distance, punctuated
by the sharp cries of fishing birds.
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Blood and Air
by Jake
Wickenhofer, West Virginia
 1st
Fiction Sale |
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"You got here just in time," said the medic as he looked down at
the readout. "A few more minutes and you wouldn’t have been
walking anywhere." |
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The
Final Form
by
Robert Mauro,
New York
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The next thing Sal Romano knew, he was sitting at a
desk in front of the Pearly Gates.
"What the hell happened?"
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Flight
From the Unknown
by
Billy Wong,
New York |
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Even over the tang of blood, the sickly-sweet smell of
elvish perfume ruled the forest air. Long, gaunt faces
issued rending shrieks while lean naked elves swung axe and
sword at two women and a man.
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The God Kings
by
Alan Green, United Kingdom
1st
Fiction Sale |
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The gate shimmered like heat
haze. It was easy to see how we’d managed to miss it
before. That shimmer was almost the only thing that
gave it away.
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Growing Pains
by
Jim Valenti,
New York
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"Mom, it’s too small." Linc’s body pushed hard
against the new shirt seams.
"Are you sure? Try on a different one," her voice came from
the other side of the door. |
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On the Third Day
by
Andrew Knighton,
United Kingdom |
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On the third day following his untimely death, Father Oswald rose
from
his resting place in Mulbarton's small cemetery.
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Sabre-Tooth
by
Susan J. Boulton,
United Kingdom |
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1938: Africa was changing, and not for the better.
My fellow sons and daughters of the Empire played in
Kenya’s 'happy valley'. |
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Slip-Tail
by
Jeremy Ryan,
Tennessee
1st
Fiction Sale |
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Manuel
sat, small and restful behind a crescent-shaped station
in a vast terminal indulging the customers of TransWorld
Unlimited. |
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Some Like It Hot
by Annie Bellet, Oregon
1st
Fiction Sale |
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Her name was Aidia and she never slept. The grey
mists seeped down from the hills and covered her in a
damp shroud as she walked. |
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The Strange Case in
East Parish
by John Wiswell, New York |
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Most operate in a simple way. They shamble towards
smell or sound, and they bite whatever moves. If
it tastes like flesh, they keep biting. |
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Wage Slave
by Kyle White, Texas |
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Gerald watched the tornado drop from the cloudless sky
and move toward the office building in which he sat.
He jerked forward, trying to free himself of his chair,
but it sucked him deeper into its cushion. |
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White
by Nicole
M. Henderson,
British Columbia, Canada
1st
Fiction Sale |
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Tekka padded swiftly along the Outer Path. She
kept an eye on the stony ground; her bare feet were
tough, but the bramble-whips that lay scattered on the
edge of the wilderness were tougher. |
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Worst of Times
by
Anne Skalitza,
New Jersey |
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Fog covered the three-story buildings and narrow street
like a funeral shroud. The man blew into his
cupped hands to warm them. |
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