Archive for category FREE Fiction
Late Night on Lover’s Lane
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on December 17
#flashfiction Danny turned onto the narrow access road and after a few yards turned off the engine. It was Saturday night, the big game had been won and it was time for him, Benfield High’s star quarterback, to claim his prize. “Oh, Lover’s Lane,” Becky cooed. She batted her long lashes at Danny and pretended […]
Wishing for Snow
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on December 4
#flashfiction Phillip had lived in Las Vegas for every one of the fourteen years of his life. Half the kids in his school were transplants and each of them had a story of snow days and white Christmases. Tales of sledding and snowball fights had always made him jealous. Why was he consigned to this […]
Thanksgiving Hell
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on November 25
#flashfiction #thanksgiving “But Agatha, you conjured the bird last year,” Hepseba said Agatha pushed her pointed hat back on her head and glared at her younger sister. “Coven ranking determines who is tasked to conjure each part of the feast. I am still the senior witch above fourth rank and that means I am in […]
Empty Tomb
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on November 18
#picturefiction #flashfiction #zombie It had been three days since the Master was executed by the occupiers. For three days Miram waited for the chance to properly care for his body, to say the prayers and anoint him with the blessed oils. She walked up the long, lonely hill to the cave where the Master’s body had […]
Voices in the Fog
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on November 11
I wanted to do something different this week. An exercise I learned from the podcast Writing Excuses. Write an entire scene/story in only dialog to reveal the story. It’s not as easy as it sounds. ————— #picturefiction #flashfiction “He is coming, isn’t he?” “Mary, these things are never sure but that seemed to be the […]
The Artifact
Posted by dewight in FREE Fiction on November 5
#picturefiction #flashfiction Doctor Alan Quatrain’s pick slammed into the rock for what must have been the thousandth time. Sweat poured down his body as he hacked at the wall of the ancient mine. All his research, translations, clues, everything led to this ancient mine deep in the Chilean jungle. He pulled back the pick once […]