A Saga of CerealLet us sing of Albert Braithwaite and his quest! His voyage to the supermarket! His mission to buy cornflakes!
Tip of My TongueAlison had been wrong in thinking she wouldn’t know anyone at the party. She was barely through the door when she spotted an old school acquaintance, someone she hadn’t seen in over twenty years.
A Snowflake's Chance“I’m special!” declared Cedric Snowflake, staring proudly into the mirror. “I’m unique! There’s no-one else quite like me.”
A Slice of LifeIt was almost perfect.
The Magpie Finds Some FriendsThe magpie was lonely
Haring OffThe Tortoise and the Hare were about to leave for a holiday to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
Plattery Will Get You NowhereMr. and Mrs. Bartle had enjoyed their day out at the Great Exhibition.
A Journey From A - ZThe meeting between the dictionary’s owner and the words’ representatives, ‘spaceman’ and ‘codpiece’ was not going well.
The Inevitable“I think you know why I’m here.”
An Enid Blyton Tribute in Under 1,000 Words1: A New Term
FFM Day 29- What's Left BehindIn a dim parlor, the men sat in clusters, some chatting with ghosts, others staring mutely. Men muttered and cried, gritting teeth in agony- they reached for limbs that weren’t there anymore.
FFM 2015 19: Pastel CobblestonesShe was on a morning ride away from her village when a white cat darting across the path forced her to twist the handlebars of her bike to a sharp left. She juddered down a narrow flight of steps and almost collided with a mailbox.
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Fight the UnfightableSummoned from its eldritch sea, the Hydra reared its heads, unfurling, silhouetted against the moon. The first head approached with a vicious twinkle in its yellow eye, its needle teeth bared in a deadly grin. Moist acid breath stung my eyes like ethanol.
FFM15 - 23: What Lies in the IceLOG ENTRY 7
The Big Hand's on Twelve12:00 AM
The QuestShe hopped from one foot to the other, jogged on the spot and finished the routine by bouncing up and down. The Quest could be put off no longer. It was time to go and face the Machine-Beast.
Punctured“Car,” said the bicycle, “we need to talk.”
Delta, Alpha, November, Charlie, EchoThe annual work do was in full swing, the dance floor full of members of the Phonetic Alphabet having a good time.
Bah“Did you hear about The Lamb?” said the lettuce. “Struck again last night. A mangold got munched.”
The EquationThe cast had gathered together to witness the unveiling of the poster for:
WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.
I've Really Lost My MindThe young man smiled, with just a touch of embarrassment. “I seem to have lost my mind.”
Musical ChairsThree women.
Fan FicJohn punched Sherlock.
Sense MemoryI developed taste.
His Better HalfBride/Groom
They Say It's HauntedHe's close behind me. "John?"
The Zombie's (Ex-)WifeYour lips taste sweet.
Out For The CountCalm before math homework.
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The Lord gathered all the writers and divided them into four groups.
To the first group He said, “You will be novelists and you will make a living from your work.”
To the second group He said, “You will be poets and people will admire and be moved by your work.”
To the third group He said, “You will write short stories and people will enjoy your work.”
And to the final group He said, “You will write flash fiction and… Yes, well, sorry about that.”
My name is Frankles. I'm a writer specialising in flash fiction.
(When I get called home, there are going to be words.)
Unless a man is in part a humorist, he is only in part a man.