Previous Chapter: The Castle. ****************** We have lived in this house for a couple of weeks now. We, surprisingly, had already tidied up all our stuffs. When we moved to the house we have just left, we needed over a month to tidy up everything even though there were four of us back then. I… Read More Aqeela and Me: Chapter 2 – The Photograph
Karen loved her café. Her grandma had made it so comfy, it felt like a warm old kitchen. Her modern mom wanted to change this place into a fancy restaurant where people can buy expensive small dishes. She fought hard to keep it as her grandma had left it. “You see how empty this place… Read More Saturday Story: Her Homey Cafe (For FTP & Writing Prompt)
When Jack came home, he saw a basket full of satsumas. His mother was busy preparing for dinner. He took three satsumas and some forks. He jabbed three forks to each satsuma. Suddenly, Three alien machines were circling around him, he had no way to run. He tried to shoot them with his conventional weapon.… Read More Saturday Story: Satsuma Battleship (For FTP)
“We’re here! Wake up kids!” I wasn’t even sleeping, I was only closing my eyes to avoid any unnecessary conversation. I hated the fact that we have to move to this God forsaken land. Away from everyone I know and everything I am comfortable with. She kept telling us that our new house would be… Read More Aqeela and Me – Chapter 1: The Castle
“Here you go!” “What the …?” “You lost, remember?” “I know! But, Come on, Hon!” “It’s your bet. Here’s the wine to help you swallow it.” “Fine! Give me that!” The crunching sound of the fried grasshopper in his mouth makes him want to puke. He regrets challenging his wife. Total: 50 words.
The three hour test was almost over. The test that had been keeping the students in constant nightmare had also made the teachers in constant worry. One student left the room, he was in shocked and so sure he had failed the test. Another one came out, she was crying and unable to walk by… Read More FTP: Teacher
Blood splattered. Heads cut off and fell to the ground one by one. Everyone around me had been killed. I am the only one alive against this pitiless army. Suddenly, one of them swung its sword and cut my head off . “SHIT!!!” I threw my joystick angrily as I once again lost in this… Read More Flash In The Pan : Alive
If this is your first time coming to my blog or first time reading my flash fiction, I have to tell you that these next two flashes are the final stories of my previous flashes. I never meant to make a series flash when I first write Little Black Book…it just came out like my… Read More 2 Final Flashes – Martha’s Decision
On my previous Flash, I left Martha feeling shocked because she had just found out that her son, John, was a serial killer. Please read Little Black Book first. I promised Red, I am going to continue the story…and here they are wrapped in 3 hot flashes. I put them all in three different pages… Read More 3 Hot Flashes – What Should Martha Do?
When Martha was cleaning her son’s bed, she found a little black book underneath his bed. She had to fight the urge not to peek what’s inside the book. It was her son’s secret and she didn’t want to pry. John is a nice lad, she thought, and it’s his privacy. …but her curiosity was… Read More FITP: Little Black Book
When she first met him, all she ever wanted was to spend her life with him. He welcomed her love. Two golden rings bound their love for better or worse. But the golden ring on her finger means nothing to her now. Its beauty is hidden far behind the occasional black ring around her eyes.… Read More FITP & Flash 55: For Better or Worse
“Fish!” “What about it?” “Make a joke about it! You’re good with jokes, right?” “Why should I?” “ ‘Coz I am bored!” “So?” “Come on! Cheer me up a little will you!” “I don’t feel like it!” “Why?” “Because my pet fish just died last night.” “oh…Sorry” Total: 48 words.
They shout. They scream. Oh look at the panic. They try to save their most treasured possessions. The fire is dancing to the rhythm of the night. It licks the houses greedily. What a delicious desert for the great fiery monster. He smiles in contempt. He admires his art. There is nothing more beautiful than… Read More Flash In The Pan: Fire
A glimpse of sunlight fell down on Nala’s face and woke him up. He felt excited and flew as fast as he could to the park. He longed to swim and created ripples on the morning dew of the first spring day. His favorite was always the dew on the white rose, it felt like… Read More Flash In the Pan and Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge: Ripples on Rose