NYC Midnight Flash Fiction 2016 (Challenge 2, Group 3 – fantasy/cotton plantation/mustard) Tarjon, the Dwarf Lord, was having a bad day. Several days earlier, his entire legion of faerie slaves had escaped. The witch who stood before him did nothing to disguise her distaste for Tarjon’s lair. She wrinkled her nose and hugged her… Continue reading Happily →
NYC Midnight Flash Fiction 2016 (Challenge 2, Group 3 – fantasy/cotton plantation/mustard) Tarjon, the Dwarf Lord, was having a bad day. Several days earlier, his entire legion of faerie slaves had escaped. The witch who stood before him did nothing to disguise her distaste for Tarjon’s lair. She wrinkled her nose and hugged her… Continue reading Happily
NYC Midnight Flash Fiction 2016 (Challenge 1, Group 3 -Thriller / frozen river / teacup) The memory of sun-warmed berries overhanging crisp, bright-rushing water swam languidly in Marie’s mind as she lay shivering against the snow pack, staring out at the solid grey mass of ice before her. She picked at the edge… Continue reading The Cure-All →
NYC Midnight Flash Fiction 2016 (Challenge 1, Group 3 -Thriller / frozen river / teacup) The memory of sun-warmed berries overhanging crisp, bright-rushing water swam languidly in Marie’s mind as she lay shivering against the snow pack, staring out at the solid grey mass of ice before her. She picked at the edge… Continue reading The Cure-All
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 3 – Sci-fi, convention center, pumpkin pie.) “Can’t we put off the Gathering, just till tomorrow night? I feel… strange.” Elle searched Maggie’s gentle face for any hint of assent. “That’s just your way,” Maggie cupped her chin and smiled. “You’re always a nervous one. Marcus of the Dwarves will be here.… Continue reading The Gathering →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 3 – Sci-fi, convention center, pumpkin pie.) “Can’t we put off the Gathering, just till tomorrow night? I feel… strange.” Elle searched Maggie’s gentle face for any hint of assent. “That’s just your way,” Maggie cupped her chin and smiled. “You’re always a nervous one. Marcus of the Dwarves will be here.… Continue reading The Gathering →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 2 – Mystery, wax museum, zipper) Adrenaline laced her veins. The blood cells that would be first to leave her body kept up their perpetual joyride around her system, oblivious to the part they would soon play. For us, time crept. Sleepless, yet dreamlike. A stillness felt through the skeletons… Continue reading Burned →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 2 – Mystery, wax museum, zipper) Adrenaline laced her veins. The blood cells that would be first to leave her body kept up their perpetual joyride around her system, oblivious to the part they would soon play. For us, time crept. Sleepless, yet dreamlike. A stillness felt through the skeletons… Continue reading Burned →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 2 – Mystery, wax museum, zipper) Adrenaline laced her veins. The blood cells that would be first to leave her body kept up their perpetual joyride around her system, oblivious to the part they would soon play. For us, time crept. Sleepless, yet dreamlike. A stillness felt through the skeletons… Continue reading Burned
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge GR 21 – Romantic Comedy, Private Island, Walking Stick) In her lucid moments, Joanie often felt she was little more than a crazy old crippled lady with her walking stick and her thump, thump, thumping on the wall that would eventually, obviously, drive her beloved husband mad. Drive him away.… Continue reading Genesis
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge GR 21 – Romantic Comedy, Private Island, Walking Stick) In her lucid moments, Joanie often felt she was little more than a crazy old crippled lady with her walking stick and her thump, thump, thumping on the wall that would eventually, obviously, drive her beloved husband mad. Drive him away.… Continue reading Genesis →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge GR 21 – Romantic Comedy, Private Island, Walking Stick) In her lucid moments, Joanie often felt she was little more than a crazy old crippled lady with her walking stick and her thump, thump, thumping on the wall that would eventually, obviously, drive her beloved husband mad. Drive him away.… Continue reading Genesis →