Tag: flash fiction
-
Forty-one
The silence bears down upon me like the weight of an anvil, the encroaching darkness signalling the finality of it all. For weeks, every moment of my day has been spent trying desperately to achieve this singular purpose, and now that it’s done, I don’t know how to go on. We’ve been through so much…
-
Forty
“Honey? Breakfast!” I hear my mother shouting up at me from the kitchen, and I rub my eyes, groaning. I look to the side at my clock. 8am. If I still set my alarm every morning, it wouldn’t have even gone off yet. “What?” I croak, failing to muster the yell that I desired. “I…
-
Thirty-nine
“How is she today?” The familiar voice floated through my disjointed thoughts, filling me with warmth. I can’t see him, but I can hear his footsteps as he enters the room, those heavy stomps of his big, leather boots echoing through my mind before they stopped right beside me. I hear him groan, the chair…
-
Thirty-eight
The four of us walk along the pavement through the skyscraper-laden city, the sounds of countless cars roaring down the roads filling the air and drowning out everything else. “Why didn’t we just take a cab?” I ask, trying my hardest not to breathe too much. The stench of exhaust fumes is already overpowering; I…
-
Thirty-four
The midday sun streams through my blinds, golden light piercing my eyelids and finally waking me from my deep slumber. I let out a long, drawn-out yawn, stretching my arms up and letting them flop back down into the bed. I open my eyes, not even needing to rub the sleep from them, and turn…
A Forsworn Fantasy 