Flash Fiction

“In a hole in the ground there lived a…” On the cloudless night of August the 28th, 1994, in Owego, New York, something fell from the...

“I sit beside the fire and thinkOf people long agoAnd people that will see a worldThat I shall never know” Click! The Polaroid camera flashed, leaving...

“Still round the corner there may waita new road or secret gate.” The flame flickered and danced, taunting the beads of wax that clung to the...

Each time The Dreamsinger saw one of their creations, they fell madly in love with it.  The Dreamsinger heaved a sigh before raising their arms above...

Two hours, Life said. No matter what happens, you can only stay for two hours. I do not want a repeat of last time—are you listening?...