Flash Fiction Friday – Someday

Presented without comment: Someday I imagine there’ll be sun spilling in through the window, painting golden streaks across the bedspread and the pillows that trail all the way to the door. I imagine there’s birdsong coming in through a slightly opened window. I imagine I’ve been up for a little while, sipping tea out of one of their mugs and Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Someday

Flash Fiction Friday – Lucid Dreaming

Tonight’s flash fiction is unusually short for being me, and the idea came from an episode of Clear Skies (a totally rad Star Trek rpg that you should totally watch). Hope you enjoy it! Lucid Dreaming She was having the dream again. The landscape was a mess of roiling, twisted shapes, painted in putrid colors. Distant screeches tore at her Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Lucid Dreaming

Flash Fiction Friday – Confession

Tonight’s Flash Fiction Friday is inspired by the following prompt from the writing bot on my Discord: [268] Whenever you speak, people hear you speaking in their native language. Most people are surprised and delighted. The cashier at McDonalds you’ve just talked to is horrified. “Nobody’s spoken that language in thousands of years.” I didn’t quite play it straight, instead Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Confession

Flash Fiction Friday – Falling, Flying

I was poking about my Scrivener files last night and found a little thing, just two sentences, that I wrote back in 2015. I think I got the idea from a dream, and it’s just been sitting there since. I guess it just spoke to me somehow, so here it is in a little more detail: Falling, Flying The wind Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Falling, Flying

Flash Fiction Friday – Judgement

I feel like I say this every time I post these days but: wow, it’s been a while, huh? Anyway, here is a slightly macabre little piece, inspired by something I dreamed this morning. I hope you enjoy it! Judgement Alena saw a figure moving through the dark.  They had all stepped into the Hall and sat down on the Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Judgement

Flash Fiction Friday – Going Up

I wasn’t sure what to write tonight, so I asked the bot in my Discord server for a prompt and got the following: “As the elevator door is about to close, you lock eyes with someone on the other side – someone from the past.” Somehow this resulted in a weirdly introspective piece, looking back and forward at the same Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Going Up

Flash Fiction Fraturday – What Love Means

I’ve been watching a lot of Star Trek: The Next Generation lately and having a lot of feelings about how Deanna Troi is treated as a character and the weird romantic-adjacent situations she keeps being placed in by the show’s writers (and how little screen time her friendship with Beverly Crusher gets). So I decided to write some fanfic. I’m Continue reading Flash Fiction Fraturday – What Love Means

Flash Fiction Friday – When?

Tonight’s flash fiction is based on what might be the worst night of my life. In real life, though, the “the texts were from him all along!”-twist was only a dream, and my friend came back the next morning, all smiles. Hope you enjoy this darker reality: When? I knew all along that it was a bad idea. Zoe off Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – When?

Flash Fiction Friday – Dreams and Rebels

Oh hey, it’s a flash fiction Friday post! It’s been a while, or at least it feels like it. This piece is inspired by my partner sleep-talking, and me being in a mood for the (perhaps) unexpected. Hope you enjoy! Dreams and Rebels “How’sa rebellion?” Jac and I shot each other a look over Cal’s snoozing, sleep-talking form. He mumbled Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Dreams and Rebels

Flash Fiction Friday – Skoskav

A little lesbian meet-cute for you this Friday! Inspired by my own feet today, though I sadly did not get a meet-cute. The title is a Swedish word meaning “shoe chafing”. Enjoy! Skoskav “Must be a good book.” Liliana started and looked up. One of the baristas was peering curiously at her, a bucket of dirty dishes on her hip.  Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – Skoskav