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Category: Flash Fiction
The Vote
Pixabay.com “She wears strength and darkness equally well,The girl has always been half goddess, half hell” ― Nikita Gill, Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul Donning her velvet cloak, Reina slips out the kitchen door and heads for the clearing deep in the woods.… Continue Reading “The Vote”
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The Moon and Stars
Going through his possessions, precious memories of their life together flood her heart. The poem she wrote for their seventh anniversary and the memories it invoked. Concert ticket stubs, a photo of them on a ship’s deck. How she missed his quiet strength and… Continue Reading “The Moon and Stars”
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The Bend in the Creek
“People you love never die. That is what Omai had said, all those years ago. And he was right. They don’t die. Not completely. They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember… Continue Reading “The Bend in the Creek”
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God’s Whisper
Kiara moved with lionlike grace through the crowd gathered round to hear their warlord speak. Continuing west, she stopped mid-stride when she heard a whisper. “So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm?”Where was it coming from? The whisper became clearer… Continue Reading “God’s Whisper”
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Nettie’s Downfall
Nettie lives in Bayou Sorrell on the edge of the Atchafalaya Basin. The house is nothing more than a shack put together with a rusted tin roof. In the early years before her daddy took to drinking, he added on a screened porch. Nettie… Continue Reading “Nettie’s Downfall”
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The Distant heart Has Balance
The forest is lush with green velvet moss; the only sounds we hear are those of nature. Tall trees sway in the wind, leaves rustling with anticipation. The red fox and her kits come out of their den to play. There is nothing left… Continue Reading “The Distant heart Has Balance”
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A Brush of Wings
As a child, Rhea gravitated towards uncommon objects. She wasn’t sure why but it may have been the result of her father giving her a dead owl to play with. When her mother saw, her dad caught hell for giving a toddler a dead… Continue Reading “A Brush of Wings”
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