Archive for category FREE Fiction
One Final Portrait
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on January 14
#flashfiction #death Gertrude coughed, a deep racking cough, as she ushered out the last of her photography customers. It had been a long day and the coughing and pain in her chest that had dogged her for the last month didn’t make it any easier to bear. Gertrude wondered if this cough could be something […]
6 word story – warrior
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on January 6
#flashfiction From Authors Publish site: Write a 6 word short story that goes with this image. Marriage counseling was NOT going well…
This is Not a Zombie Story
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on January 5
#flashfiction #zombies #warfare This is not a zombie story. No, really. Just because there are reanimated corpses does not make this about zombies. Bear with me, it was all about war and human dignity. Our newly elected leaders were much more hard line on the aggressive theological based ideologies than the prior administrations. Instead of […]
New Year, Last Year
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on December 31
#flashfiction #newyearseve “Marty shut down the system, we’re going to be late,” Terry said. “Yeah, in a minute. I’ve got an anomaly. It might be an N.E.O. we haven’t cataloged.” “Oh for God’s sake Marty, it can wait. It’s New Year’s Eve and if we don’t get down to the party soon I’m never gonna […]
Santa Claus is Coming to Town – part 2
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on December 24
#flashfiction #santa #Krampus #Christmas Krampus was tired and a bit depressed. His night had gone well, perhaps too well. There were so many naughty children to punish that he had broken his switches half a dozen times from all the beatings. His lot in life was to only see the bad and it brought him […]
Santa Claus is Coming to Town – part 1
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on December 23
#flashfiction The tree was covered with tinsel and ornaments. The house was lit and smelled of evergreen and peppermint. Father and mother had gone to bed secure in the knowledge that little Willie was sleeping soundly with visions of sugarplums or whatever visions danced in the heads of little boys on Christmas eve. Willie waited […]