In the dusty corner of an antique shop tucked between a shuttered bakery and an abandoned movie theater, there stood a curious old clock. It was encased in tarnished brass, its face cracked slightly like a smile hiding secrets. But what made it truly strange—what made people stop and squint—was that the numbers ran backward. … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Clock That Counts Backward
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Flash Fiction: 13 Steps Down
It was the thirteenth night of the thirteenth month. In most calendars, that would be nonsense—but the town of Graveridge wasn’t like most places, and time didn’t always behave. Amara knew this when she took the house-sitting job at the old Gallowmere estate. It paid well—too well for just feeding a cat that no one … Continue reading Flash Fiction: 13 Steps Down
Flash Fiction: Fred: The Only True Guide to Heaven
There’s a secret the humans don’t quite understand. They think Heaven is some far-off place with clouds and harps, but I know better. My name is Fred, and I’m a basset-dachshund. Short legs, long ears, and a nose that knows more than you think. I’m not just any dog. I’m the guide—the only true guide … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Fred: The Only True Guide to Heaven
Flash Fiction: The Book of Strange
In the quiet town of Drelmere, where the fog rarely lifted and the clocks ticked a fraction too slow, there existed a bookshop that no one remembered entering. Its name, carved into aged oak and barely visible beneath layers of soot and rain, simply read: "The Book of Strange." People claimed it hadn’t always been … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Book of Strange
Flash Fiction: Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
Whispers Beneath the Floorboards The old house at the edge of town had always been a place of curiosity. To most, it was an eyesore — weathered wood, sagging walls, and windows coated in layers of dust. But to sixteen-year-old Elsie, it was a mystery that had haunted her since childhood. The house had been … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
Flash Fiction: Radio Studio
I used to work nights at a local station — nothing big, just one of those low-frequency, community-run setups where most of the time you’re playing blues or reading PSAs no one listens to. It was easy money and I liked the quiet. I liked knowing the world was mostly asleep while I was awake. … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Radio Studio
Flash Fiction: The Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday
I always did like to writing strange stories, when I was younger. I am getting back into it. I'm practicing for October. The Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday When Clara moved into the old cottage at the edge of Wren Hollow, she expected creaky floors, drafty nights, and the occasional ghost story from … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday
Flash Fiction: The Guardian of Whitmore House
On the edge of a quiet, fog-laced town stood Whitmore House—tall, weathered, and long forgotten by time. Most locals gave it a wide berth, whispering of strange lights and cold winds that crept out even on the warmest nights. But to seven-year-old Lily and her father, it was a fresh start. After the sudden death … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Guardian of Whitmore House
Flash Fiction: Reconnecting with the Earth Womb
Long before memory, when time had not yet scattered itself into days, the Earth was whole—soft-bellied, humming with warmth, and thick with breath. The Ancients called it the Womb of Becoming, for all life stirred there first: seed, song, silence, soul. And then came the forgetting. Generations peeled away from the soil, lifted by fire … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Reconnecting with the Earth Womb
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #334: Whispers Through the Pines
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