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October 20, 2017

Flash | Day Late, Grail Short

The king by wallsofwoe via DeviantArt “Day Late, Grail Short” Scorched land greeted Percy as he road his tired, slumping horse to the only place he’d ever called home: the Castle. Trees as tall as the giants in the north had circled the kingdom’s capital when Percy road from home. Now forest was only roots […]
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Published on October 20, 2017 10:31

October 13, 2017

Flash | No Fly Zone

Urban Witch by barukurii via DeviantArt “No Fly Zone” Overhead the store’s entrance announced Mia’s exit with a sharp ding. Followed by a whoosh as the two doors slid open. Mia walked out of the convenience store and the chill of winter blew across her body. Sharp. Teeth chattering. The sixteen year old girl rolled her […]
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Published on October 13, 2017 14:14

September 29, 2017

Flash | Not Worth the Trouble

Treasure Hunters by Varguy via DeviantArt “Not Worth the Trouble” The ground writhed and rumbled underneath Mouth’s feet as he ran for his dear life. Behind him he heard the clink and ting that made him stutter step, hesitate. He almost turned back. Then the ground kicked up and Mouth’s brain found reason again. Fool! […]
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Published on September 29, 2017 16:19

September 22, 2017

Flash | If He Stays, He Stays In The Shed

Dragon’s Lair by Varguy on DeviantArt “If He Stays, He Stays in the Shed” Beneath Nat the wheels of her bike twirled, cutting through the dusty road with a snickety-clatter. She road the path leading away from the highway. Through the thicket of trees that hid her family’s home from the main drag. By now the […]
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Published on September 22, 2017 18:46

September 15, 2017

Flash | Go Get It, Seth

Finders Keepers by imaginism on DeviantArt “Go Get It, Joe” Every time the ball flew through the air Scottie dashed after the toy. Barking. Waging his tail. Dark coat glossy and shiny in the summer sun. The game was as much for the pup as it was for the two boys. Seth loved watching Scottie […]
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Published on September 15, 2017 07:33

September 1, 2017

Flash | Fighting the Tide

Giant Amoeba by pietro-ant on DeviantArt Grah stood tenuously atop the water’s surface. His footing unsure. He kept looking at his boots. Wet Boots. The leather footwear was wrapped with cooper that shined with a blue glow, the same color as the water. All around him the sea was littered with the wreckage of his ship. […]
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Published on September 01, 2017 14:41

August 18, 2017

Flash | Scaps

War child by Djetho on DeviantArt “Scraps” Fanya shuffled through papers. Bills. All with a red stamp at the top. PAST DUE each stamp read. She looked up from her desk inside the office. A wide window overlooked the garage floor. Two autos lay jacked up on lifts. Tires pulled off. Hoods open. Bellies exposed. […]
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Published on August 18, 2017 18:29

August 4, 2017

Flash | From the Sea

Seawitch Apprentice by Varguy from DeviantArt   “From the Sea” Max never backed down from a dare. Especially a dare from herself. Leaning useless in the corner was Wave Birch. Useless. Begging for Max to take the staff up. I’ll be back before dark, Maxcene, Old Lady Winter told her late that same morning. Stay out […]
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Published on August 04, 2017 05:48

July 28, 2017

Flash | I Don’t Remember

Rain by Varguy on DeviantArt   “I Don’t Remember” Rain pounded the forest floor. Fat drops played a melodious song against hollow logs.  Wind whistled along in time. Streams of water gurgled while running through runnels in bark and between mud tracks. Behind nature’s music tiny amusement watched and listened. The rat-a-tat-tat-whoosh-shush of the forest’s […]
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Published on July 28, 2017 07:35

July 14, 2017

Flash | Where’s the Exit?

“Where’s the Exit?” The sounds of the party faded as Nat made her exit. A flock of gulls gliding off into the distance, far away from the beach. Good. At some point the chatter always got to Nat, burrowing into her brain like a crab in soft sand. Mingling was part of the job. Gliding amongst […]
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Published on July 14, 2017 18:20