Mystery in 1000 words or less is possible. I think. We’ll see what the judges have to say.
Flash Fiction: Dwight and Scooter thought they would just have a bit of fun on a lazy evening. Little did they know how far it would go once Dad got involved.
I complained at my prompt. I swore a little. But once I got over my snit, I came up with an idea and ran with it.
Originally posted on My Mindful Source:
In the BC era (Before Computers) I prided myself on my ability to concentrate for long periods of time. An avid researcher from… well… as long as I can remember in life, I was “that kid”… the one who spent the junior high lunch hour happily entrenched in books,…
Standing on the shoreline that separates life from death, Amy’s vision guides her to make a choice.
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On the day of her disappearance, all they found of Janie was her favorite necklace. Five hundred twenty-eight days later, Karen’s life still revolves around a singular purpose — finding her daughter.
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Fiction written from the underbelly of a writer’s deepest fears tends to be an agonizing process. And that’s exactly what I did.
None felt the hammer of Stalin’s dictatorial fist as firmly as I, Svetlana, his only daughter.