Category Archives: Fast Fiction
Inspired by a writing exercise I recently did … Lucinda picked the seashell up from the sand at her feet. It was fairly small, and felt warm and comforting in her hand. Perhaps this would help her hang on to … Continue reading
The boy gazed in disbelief. It looked like an ordinary houseplant, rather nondescript. It wasn’t very large; its leaves seemed slightly wilted, its soil wan and dry. The boy stared, shocked. Had he imagined it?
”That is not how it happened!” Miriam interjected. I was taken aback. It was Jake Palmer again. Jake Palmer, who sat next to me in study hall, who was forever passing me notes when he wasn’t called out by the … Continue reading
Pauletta set her cup of tea on the little walnut end table and settled herself carefully into the wingback chair. She mumbled the most trivial of small talk – a frayed edge on the Persian rug, and something about the … Continue reading
Another experiment with fast fiction. Perspective Francine started the treadmill, blinking back tears.