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For those of you unfamiliar with flash fiction, it is the short version of the short story. It is also the specialty of Every Day Fiction, a site that delivers daily short fiction to your mailbox (you can also read stories online). Here is an excerpt from a fantastic story recently published by EDF called Temptation Drive-Thru by Greg Likins:
I pulled up to the window. The girl leaned out, twisting her necklace around a fingernail studded with stick-on gems. I paid, and when she returned my change, that fingernail lingered in my palm. It felt like a condiment packet scratching my skin, and instinctively I squeezed it. She didn’t seem to mind.
Read the entire short story here or visit the author’s website.
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Gay Degani has a new story out called Something About L.A. that was recently published over at Litsnack. Here is an excerpt:
The truck shivers to a stop, dust swirling. The door opens as a small figure slides off the driver’s seat. A boy, just a boy, dark skin and hair, wearing a faded plaid shirt and jeans. Barefoot.
Puts his hands on hips and says, “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
“I guess not.” I’m feeling better now knowing I’ve got 50 pounds on him.
Read the whole story here. Gay Degani is a talented writer who has been featured on this blog before: see Flash Fiction Story by Gay Degani – The London Eye and Flash Fiction: Dani-Girl’s Guide to Getting Everything Right. Also visit her homepage, Words in Place.
Check out this new flash fiction story (less than 1,000 words) at C. Dominique Gibson’s blog called The Forgotten Thing. Here is an excerpt:
…before he could protest, she brushed a gentle kiss on his lips which were surprisingly intact. He returned her kiss with a passionate one of his own but was careful not to be rough. They were both delicate and any body parts they still possessed were precious.
Go read it now!
I read several online Christmas stories before settling on this one — the best of the bunch. It was posted by Kathleen A. Ryan over at the Women of Mystery blog. It’s called Walmart I Love You. Here’s an excerpt:
The smell of fresh-cut Christmas trees outside Walmart made me wish for a real one instead of the fake one we have at home. The Walmart greeter looked just like Santa Claus. I worried that Santa wouldn’t leave any presents if our tree wasn’t up in time.
We walked straight to the beef jerky aisle where Dad grabbed some Cheez Whiz, Slim Jims, and a box of Ritz Crackers.
“Pick out some crap in a can,” he barked.
Click the link above to read the entire story.
The latest edition of the literary journal, Word Riot, is out, and it includes a short-story/flash-fiction piece called CEO by Billy Middleton. I thought this was cleverly written…
“I adopted a corporate CEO from the local shelter. He was let out on the street after his company folded, was picked up rooting through dumpsters, running through busy intersections. The volunteer at the shelter told me he was unfriendly…”
To read the rest of the story or hear the story read to you by the author, go here.
If you’re looking to increase your web presence, publish a story online, or just for a quick and dirty writing challenge, check out the String of Ten Flash Fiction Writing Contest at the Flash Fiction Chronicles blog. Your story must contain at least four of these 10 words or phrases…
Blow Back-Storm-Jaundice-Steam-Tattoo-Sense of Fun-Cantaloupe-Streaked-Umber-Dripping Sweat
Deadline is midnight, Sunday, August 16th. Visit the link above for more rules and details.
Do you feel the steam coming off your tattoo? Is your umber cantaloupe dripping sweat? Then get writing, people! (Okay, hopefully you will be MUCH more creative with those words than I was. heh heh)
There’s a new flash fiction story by Patrick Freivald over at Flash Fiction Online that you should really check out, especially if you like it when your stories come with a healthy dose of creepiness. It’s called A Taste for Life…
“And how old were you when you died, Mister Beauchamp?” Joan Rothman asked, leaning back in her chair. The scientists watched her behind the one-way mirror, hands clasped behind their backs. “Twenty-seven,” the corpse replied, more gurgle than speech, as it gazed idly around the interview room.
To read the rest of this short short story, click the link above.