Flash Fiction: Broken Monotony

Quick PSA before I get to the good stuff: Dreams of Justice comes out Tuesday! So hurry up and pre-order! Okay, moving on. This week’s drabble is inspired by the prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a postal carrier in an extreme situation. I’ll let…

Flash Fiction: A Heart Raised

In October, I entered a 250-word flash fiction contest. That story got me to the semifinals. In November, I submitted a new story for the semifinal round. That one didn’t make the top 5 stories, so I didn’t make the final round. But! The feedback from the judges show it was well liked, plus I…

Flash Fiction: The Lonely Apple

I’ll explain the story behind this story at the bottom of the post, but I’ll say at the start that it had to include three things: comedy, eating an apple, and grandchildren.  Enjoy! The Lonely Apple “We’re done, Grandpa!” Lucy heaves the paper bag full of newly-picked apples onto the porch. The deep red fruit…

Flash Fiction: Dia de los Muertos

Time for another 99-word flash piece inspired by this week’s prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about the Day of the Dead. It can be the Mexican holiday, a modern adaptation of it, a similar remembrance, or something entirely new.  Enjoy! Dia de los Muertos She…

Flash Fiction: Finish Line

This flash piece is partly inspired by this week’s prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows true grit.  The background of the story follows the story. Enjoy! Finish Line I round the second curve for the eighth time. The first to finish crosses the line,…

Flash Fiction: Lost

Lost I settle onto the flat boulder overlooking the valley. The verdant field and trees welcome the rare visitor, promising a breath of nature and a taste of old-world charm. A world that existed before technology ruled. The afternoon sun bathes it in warm light. “Daddy, what are you looking at?” Twisting around, I wave…

Flash Fiction: Sweet Jam

Sweet Jam I settle into my seat in front of the stage. In a moment, the performer will take his place, having promised an evening of musical magic. His exact words were, “I’ve been working on a sweet jam.” How could I pass that up? He steps onto the stage to uproarious applause. Propping himself…

Flash Fiction: Dust

Dust I sit on the porch, watching your dust settle. It was all a lie. A performance. Years of attention and validation that you required of me blow away, meaningless as the dust your truck tires kicked up. A little pushback, and I’m dead to you. You taught me a lesson. I’ve now eaten from the…

Have You Discovered Very Short Stories?

*peeks out of Editing Cave* *sees life has carried on* *puts on pants and cracks neck* I return to society having finished the first draft and first round of edits for my next book. It’s now in the hands of a couple of talented critique partners, and while I wait for their notes, I thought…

Flash Fiction: The Doctor

This week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch is a bit different: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using your choice of microhistory from Keweenaw National Historic Park. Be historical, funny, or flagrantly fictional. Choose a character, time, place, or event. There are a LOT of stories on that site,…