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My Very First First Draft

I was a born writer. I devoured books at a typically precocious age. I ran off to the woods and wrote poetry when most kids weren’t allowed out alone. I wrote and wrote all through school, through high school. I have folders full of writing, including one novelesque attempt.

But then I graduated. I started having kids. Work and kids and life happened and somewhere along the way I stopped writing. It seeps out of you, if you’re a born writer. Christmas cards with poems and beautiful letters....

Revenge and Viral Videos – Original Flash Fiction

Revenge and Viral Videos
by M. D. Flyn

Jill leapt into the air, trying to reach the feathered bauble. Servant 5 squealed in glee. Jill considered peeing on the servant’s blankie while she crouched down, ready to pounce again. The noises this little one made grated on her nerves.

She had to get just the right squeal out of the baby, while someone else was willing to record it.

Performance reviews were out and Jill knew she needed to increase her views if she was going to see any improvement...

The Blood Oath Bard – Original Flash Fiction

The Blood Oath Bard
by M. D. Flyn

Groomnen woke with a grunt as he crashed to the ground. Iymbryl smirked down at him, foot perched on the overturned stool. He tucked his hair behind his pointed ears and stepped back.

Groomnen growled at him, struggling to get up. He winced as he put his hand down on the rough wood of the floor. He picked dirty straw off his clothes The pounding in his head made it difficult to move.

“Got a little overexcited last night, did you?” Iymbryl righted the stool a...