https://melissalemay.wordpress.com/2025/08/18/melissas-fandango-flash-fiction-challenge-334/ Whispers Through the Pines Brenda pulled her sweater tighter around her shoulders as the late afternoon wind rustled through the trees. The rose in her hand—drying, its petals darkening at the edges—was the last piece she had from his funeral. It had been three days since her grandfather, Edward, passed away, and … Continue reading Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #334: Whispers Through the Pines
Category: flash fiction
Flash Fiction: The Edge of February
In a place without time, where light had no source and music hummed in the stillness like memory, a soul hovered in quiet contemplation. It had no name, only a presence—luminous, curious, and full of longing. Around it stretched the vast waiting space between realms: the threshold between spirit and Earth. This soul had been … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Edge of February
Flash FIction: The Quiet Stone
In a small mountain village nestled between towering cliffs and whispering pines, lived a woman named Lira. She was not the strongest in body, nor the loudest in voice. Her days passed quietly—she tended her garden, mended the village’s torn clothes, and listened more than she spoke. To many, she was ordinary, invisible even. But … Continue reading Flash FIction: The Quiet Stone
Flash Fiction: The River Beneath the Bones
In a land where the soil cracked from thirst and the wind carried only the sound of hunger, a young shaman named Aya stood at the edge of her village. The people had long forgotten the feel of abundance. Generations had lived and died with empty bowls and heavy hearts. Poverty was not just in … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The River Beneath the Bones
The Sunday Wordle 718
Brenda Warren is our host for wordle 718. voices, time, story, debris, present, travel, lead, doors, roots, prophecy, last, mirror https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2025/08/10/wordle-719/ The Last Mirror The voices started again at dusk. Whispers echoed through the tall trees as Mira brushed the debris from the ancient stone floor. She had been searching for this place for years … Continue reading The Sunday Wordle 718
Flash Fiction: The Ghost in the Attic
The house on Willow Lane had always been quiet — the kind of quiet that whispered secrets when no one was listening. It had stood there for over a hundred years, and in all that time, no one had ever dared to live in it for very long. But eight-year-old Ellie didn’t know any of … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Ghost in the Attic
Flash Fiction: The Stillness Within
The Stillness Within is my entry for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #390 https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2025/07/17/reenas-xploration-challenge-390/ The Stillness Within In the heart of a bustling city where neon lights burned away the stars, lived a young woman named Alina. At 27, she had everything that should have made her happy— a marketing job at a well-known firm, a loft apartment … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Stillness Within
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #329, “The Throne in the Field”
https://melissalemay.wordpress.com/2025/07/14/melissas-fandango-flash-fiction-challenge-329/ The Throne in the Field In the heart of a boundless golden sea, where yellow blossoms swayed like tiny suns beneath a wide and moody sky, there sat a single porcelain throne: a toilet, pristine and white, crowned with a sun-yellow seat and lid. It stood bold and unmoving in the midst of the … Continue reading Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #329, “The Throne in the Field”
Flash Fiction: Sam and the House That Breathed
When Hannah Prescott adopted Sam from the shelter, they told her he’d been a quiet, obedient dog—gentle with children, wary of storms, and good with other animals. What they didn’t tell her was that Sam had been returned three times. The staff never gave her a clear reason. One mumbled something about “bad vibes.” Another … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Sam and the House That Breathed
Flash Fiction: The Whispering Tree: A Celtic Reiki Awakening
The air in Wales was different that morning. Crisp, almost charged — as if the sky itself was humming with unseen vibrations. Rowan Ellis, a young healer who had studied Usui Reiki for years, had come to this ancient land in search of something she couldn't quite name. She had always felt a pull toward … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Whispering Tree: A Celtic Reiki Awakening