Noir ComedyI could tell she was trouble as soon as she walked into my office.
Underneath the Stars“Flaming nova,” said Twinkling Star looking down. “Not again.”
Find The Missing WordIt was a missin’ word case. I’d been ‘ired to find RECEIVE.
Lock Up Your DaughtersThe drone smiled awkwardly at the worker bee.
Kissers and CakeholesIn the olden days, when the world was inhabited by Facial Features, peace reigned in most places.
Smoke Gets In Your Eyes“Heart on fire! Heart on fire!”
The Things That Come Out of Your MouthJack had always been careful with his words. When he’d popped the question to Veronica, he’d plucked them delicately from his mouth and lined them up on the table:
Depth“The thing is...”
Sock it to Me!Dave knew he was in for a long day when he found his coworker wearing not only their standard Mr. Spudsy uniform- but a hot pink sock puppet as well. It swiveled to face him as he entered, and he sighed.
FFM 2016 8: Pro TemporeTell me, do my senses deceive me or do our dates seem to go the same way lately? Not so long ago we were carving our initials on any tree that had the misfortune of being the cardboard backdrop to our multidimensional love. Now, all we do is count the dead rings of dead tree stumps.
Ceci n'est pas une histoire.It was an exceptionally hot day in the golf course at the centre of the earth, and so Salvador Dali's moustache was enjoying a nice cool dip in the local clock.
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FFM 2016, July 16 - LegendsIn the land of the giants, humans had always struggled to find safe places to live. Inside their houses was always one option, but in the olden days giants liked to eat any humans they found, and even if they didn't, they usually weren't very happy about finding the little pests in their cupboards or scurrying about on their tables. That was back in the day. These days, the inside of giant houses had a pressure differential that made life for creatures as small as humans impossible. But humans didn't fare very well out in the wild either - like the rats depended on humans, so did the humans depend on the giants.
Beyond the Flesh“Fear is in your head,” says the First Angel. He says it with a smile, not a kind smile but a smirking one, as if to dare me to put my fear aside. He put it aside long ago, when he cast his humanity away and became what he is now: sometimes David and sometimes Lucy, fallen angel, risen man, with mismatched eyes that swim and waver in the air, freed of flesh. He was the first to cast it aside, to become what he is now. The First Angel.
FFM16-2 In the Name of a Hug Prickles passed the last ingredient -- pickled newt eyes -- to Mistress Moonshine. She plucked it off his spiny arm and dropped it into the bubbling cauldron. Both watched intently as the green solution frothed and turned pink. A smoky, pink heart puffed from the top of the cauldron.
House H(a)untingThe apparition raised its translucent arms and began to wail.
Wanted: Baby ShoesThe turf war between the stork and the gooseberry bush had been going on for ages.
A Saga of CerealLet us sing of Albert Braithwaite and his quest! His voyage to the supermarket! His mission to buy cornflakes!
Punctured“Car,” said the bicycle, “we need to talk.”
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.