Contemporary

Gone

paranormal flash fiction Gone

I don’t believe in ghosts. I’ll tell you that right out. Woo-woo on the Internet? Spirit hunters on TV? It’s all a load of bullhockey. When you’re gone, you’re gone. My wife, now she’s another story. Martha’s the kind of person who looks for the Virgin Mary in her French toast. There’s nothing that woman…

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Faith

Guest Flash Fiction Faith by Autumn Jordan

Watching Luke nibble candy cotton from Carrie’s lips caused Tonya’s heart to crack another crevice. She dropped the black lace she’d considered purchasing from a crafter and meandered through the Weston Octoberfest crowd, alone. All her friends were now married or engaged. She was the sad friend who hadn’t found her soulmate and tagged along…

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Visitor

Flash Fiction Visitor

It was after midnight when my ex-husband pounded on my door. I shouldn’t have answered. I know that. But I’ve always been an idiot where he was concerned. I opened the door and stared. Torn shirt, tie flung over one shoulder, face covered with cuts and scratches. “L-lauren.” Greg braced a forearm on the door…

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Train

flash fiction train

The rhythm of the rails takes me back. “Next stop!” The conductor calls out the town I swore I’d never go back to. It’s the last place I want to be. But the brakes are squealing and my fare’s run out, so I grab my duffel and break my vow. I’m the only passenger getting…

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Young

flash memoir Young

My mother is a beautiful girl, smiling out from a faded photograph. Dad always claimed he fell in love with her at first sight. She was just seventeen then, in awe of the handsome businessman who’d driven out to her father’s farm. My father—confirmed bachelor, practical to the core—always struck me as an unlikely target…

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