Category: Flash Fiction

The Creator

An incredible power sprang into being as I straddled the moon one afternoon. It allowed me to create what I was fated to do, by using projections from my mind. I looked into dark and empty space where I created a circle of blue, and a square of white with gold stripes. I threw both…




Flash Fiction, Short enough to read during a coffee break or ???

Happy Days   “Will you marry me?” I asked Shari, a beautiful red-headed woman I wanted for my wife. “I’ve discovered the fountain of youth so we’ll be together for a thousand years.” “I wouldn’t dream of marrying someone like you Joe. You don’t have a job or any visible means of support.” Upset that…



A Warning!

A warning   I’m in the purple night among starry clusters speeding home through space from a giant twin to Earth that had been discovered almost 50 years ago, but the distance was so great it would take 63 light years each way. Anyone taking a trip that long would find that Earth had aged…




The geek who arrived at my house wasn’t geeky looking at all.

This is an excerpt from a novel I’m writing. It’s beyond magical realism; perhaps this piece could be called a fantasy, or a dreamscape. *** I called the Geek Squad because I needed help with my computer. The geek who arrived at my house wasn’t geeky looking at all. She wore skin-tight leather pants and…



The King

    The King   Watching the sky for falling stars on a mountain called Angel Crest with Donna on my lap, a bright campfire, a dreamy star filled night, and fresh picked peyote tea filled my wishes for heaven on Earth. I plucked my guitar and began to sing, “Do the stars, looking down…




Vincent Speaks To Me

Vincent Speaks To Me  As a graduation present, my parents splurged and sent me to Paris.  Upon arrival, I could hardly believe that I was in the same city where writers such as, Vladmir Nabakov, Ernest Hemingway, James Joyce and Janet Flanner all lived at one time. As an aspiring writer, I hoped, like them,…




Things Happen Way to Fast In New York City.

  Things Happen Way Too Fast in New York City Stepping onto the Greyhound bus in Kansas City, I look into the rearview mirror and see my dad’s old Chevy pickup pulling away. His last words ring in my ears, “Remember, I told you so.” I’m finally going to the Big Apple, where I know…




The Last Goodbye

The Last Goodbye   The blues were playing over and over in my head. I went into the Beehive Bar and ordered a double shot of Jack Daniels from Red. “Did somebody die, Joe?” red asked, “You look so sad, the drink is on me.” That brought a smile to my face. “Give me another…




Robot or Is It Robota

Robot or Is It Robota   “Transsexual robots are here to stay, so get one on sale today. No matter if you’re straight or gay, Robert or Roberta will fulfill your needs and fantasies,” repeated over and over from the overhead speakers in the subway station. Joe tried to drown it out by plugging his…




Chicago

Chicago   Joe looked through the picture window at The End of the bar and saw the misty and dark sky. “Look at it,” he shouted. “It shrouds the city for days at a time.” “Think warm,” Kathy said, “Picture in your mind what we left behind.” Joe closed his eyes and saw the ocean…


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