flash fiction

Clock Face

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She faced the sheer surface of the clock, its Roman numerals just shadowy silhouettes against the pale, creamy light. She noted the silken cobwebs strewn across the curves and edges, and the dark gaps between the gnarled wooden boards. It was time. She took a step towards the clock.

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A short drama on grocery shopping with children

She had two boys and they were running wild. Behind the counter, the forced smile of the checkout chick faltered.

Harry yelled and pulled at his little brother’s sleeve. “Give it back, it’s mine, it’s mine!

Liam’s tenacious grip did not lesson, but he could not withstand Harry’s persistent force forever. With one final yank, the contentious toy landed in his arms.

Promptly, Liam started to cry. (more…)

The video game

The boy saw the fluorescent sign and pushed open the doors. He was still in his school uniform. The woman at the counter saw him and gave him a smile.

“The usual?”

He nodded in return and paid the trivial fee. He then turned to push open the doors. The sight that greeted him felt like home. (more…)

Rachel’s Dream Catcher

Rachel's dream catcher

Rachel’s dream catcher

At night, she dreamed of many things. She dreamt of spirits wandering through an unknown realm where animals and trees conversed freely and everything was confusing. She dreamt of nonsense.

 

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Before we entered human shapes

We were bold and happy and free,

We wandered through both hemispheres

From land to sunny sea.

 

In such a world, it could have taken

An immeasurable time to fall

In such a world (more…)

The wolf girl

At night, the wolf howls at the waning moon. Behind her, the wind rustled through the dark branches of trees.

The people who heard her howl claimed that she was Tsook-kui, a woman of their tribe who had been enchanted into the body of a wolf after grieving the prince of the realm. Hurt and angry, he had bid the local shaman transform her. The shaman warned the prince that once such a spell was cast the consequences would be irreversible. He urged the prince to reconsider; to wait for the anger and hurt to ebb. But the passionate prince refused. He demanded, with fury blazing red hot in his eye, that the shaman perform the spell, and at once. And so the beautiful young woman was cast into the form that plagued her. Somewhere in the depths of her soul, she knew that there was another being at war with her wolfish self. She felt the incongruence, the tug of another world she had once known, and with this almost intangible unhappiness would howl at the moon, her only companion in the dark, lonely night.