Flash Fiction
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Would this train ride never end? William stared out the window at nothing much, just as he’d been doing for days. He knew travelling from New Jersey to San Francisco by train would be grueling, but he was not prepared for the monotony of Kansas, Nebraska, Ohio, ad nauseum. And then there was the
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Mom told me not to, but when Jimmy handed me a firecracker I took it. Other kids were holding them. I wanted to be cool, too. Mom told me not to and I should’ve listened. My guide dog is cool, though.
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After the shotgun wedding, it wasn’t long before their love began to fade like cheap hair dye.
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It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again! This week, our photo prompt is the image above, by © J Hardy Carroll. ℵ It could be worse. At least there is a toilet and The People bring me food and water. Sometimes, The Man comes alone. I don’t like what he makes me do, but all I
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It was a riot like any other: cops, hippies, tear gas, mayhem. I saw her a little too late. The uniform, dichotomous dimples, mesmerizing green-gray eyes— electric with hate as she drew a bead, grinned, and squeezed the trig…
Ergo, the Ogre 