One bright light beneath the waves, piercing the crests, a star in a blank sky. Within the currents, her fluorescent tentacles wind and curl; vortexes left in their wake. The last jellyfish yearns for adventure. ***** Been awhile since I've took part in a Three Line tale, hopefully the sea water doesn't add to the …
Continue reading The Last Jellyfish: A 3LT
Behind the fireplace in the drawing room, once you’d moved the book case slightly to the side, lay her safe space, her sanctuary; a place where the rest of the world just didn’t exist. It served her those nights when her siblings were squabbling, when her mother had been drinking, or when her father was …
The Switch pulsated; bright, rainbow light breaking into the pitch black room. Everything about it was as exciting as it was mysterious. Still, some part of her resonated with it, as though her life had lead her to this moment, and, deep down she somehow knew that it had to be pressed. ***** This prompt …
The odds were stacked against him. He knew the patterns, the signs, and, when it was time, he spread his wings and fell; dive-bombing downward. Moments later, the stall owner returned to find his jug was no longer full of his famous grape juice, but full of a wobbly, hiccuping pigeon instead. ***** Seems today …
He looked at himself in the mirror beside the easel and sighed; his visor steaming up in front of his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t cut out to be a painter? Maybe there was a reason he’d been designed as a Stormtrooper™ and that was all he was meant to be? “Fuck it!" he shouted, splattering …
Beyond those crimson curtain the fans shouted and screamed, calling for an encore to the encore, but he smiled, content with his performance and made his way to his car; shedding his costume like a second skin. Front of house, he waited patiently, engine on, and watched as the streams of boisterous teenagers left the …
Continue reading The Musician: A Monday Motivations Flash Fiction
He blinked. “How long have I been asleep?” he asked, his voice croaking and previously unused. “Exactly one century” answered a voice with practiced calm. He took a moment to process the news. “Then, my friends… my family… they’re all…” He was met with a solemn nod. Tears broke his eyes. ***** Many thanks to …
