In the world of flash fiction, I understand stories of 50 words or less are called dribbles and stories of 100 words or less are called drabbles. (One day I’m going to research where these names came from.)
By Gail Winfree7 days ago in Fiction
“I know that there was a big church here?” “Used to be?” “Yes, used to be, before…” “Yea, before… come on let’s keep moving, it’s starting to get dark.”
By Raine Fielder9 days ago in Fiction
“Anything else, Lieutenant Colonel Dixon?” “Permission to push forward, General. Our defences are holding, and the enemy is faltering, I believe we could gain an advantage going on the attack."
By Liam Storm9 days ago in Fiction
Realization hit Putin like a fist in the face. "Basil, you son of a bitch! I want my money back! You promised me immortality!" Putin yelled, pointing at the painting – his own head lying on the ground beside him.
By Cristal S.9 days ago in Fiction
Intoduction This is for Lana V Lynx's "Immortality, Granted!" Challenge, which you can check out here: These are the opening lines:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 days ago in Fiction
When power falters, even the invisible sees—and waits. 👁️🛸👁️🛸👁️🛸👁️🛸👁️🛸 When Putin woke, he was elsewhere. Walls closed in, capturing his breath. No pill. A hum wrapped him like an ill-fitting cloak.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin9 days ago in Fiction
“In my mind’s eye, I can see forever…” “Brother, what is it really like to see forever?” “It’s as if I am running at the speed of light, through all the different landscapes of the whole world.”
By Rowan Finley 9 days ago in Fiction
"Dam it, Zelenski, you said it was over, and I am the only one that can continue this war." "I took my immortality pill, Masha why did it fail me? Did you get a bad batch, from Elon?"
By Susan Payton10 days ago in Fiction
"He's my son." "But we're your daughters." "He was such a sweet kid. My baby boy." "But we're your daughters." "He is my only boy, my precious son."
By Laura Lann10 days ago in Fiction
Introduction This is a very short story to usher in the New Year. This was another amazing image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 days ago in Fiction
The immortality pill promised eternal power, but a century later, VP's words are sparks of nonsense: "Freedom is a chair with no legs!"
By Pamela Williams10 days ago in Fiction
June began sleeping on her left side in the bed. She had mild hearing loss, only in one ear. If she lay with her head against a pillow, keeping her skull’s weight from the mattress, she could briefly escape from the onslaught of the litany of names.
By Cali Loria11 days ago in Fiction
