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
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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
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: Freedom Freeda and the Beagles Lives Matter Movement
Once upon a time in a cozy little house on the edge of Maplewood Park, there lived a clever and spirited dachshund named Freedom Freeda. She was short in stature but long in courage, with sleek mahogany fur, soulful eyes, and a bark that could rattle a squirrel right out of a tree. Freeda’s humans … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Freedom Freeda and the Beagles Lives Matter Movement
Flash Fiction: Geminate
In the city-state of Virelia, the sky itself was shamed into gray. A hundred years had passed since women were forbidden from speaking in courts, leading councils, or shaping the world in any visible way. The feminine had been declared a dangerous myth, a traitorous force said to weaken the spine of civilization. Mothers were … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Geminate
Prompt for #SoCS June 14, 2025 DRINK
https://lindaghill.com/2025/06/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-14-2025/ ******WARNING THIS STORY HITS DEEP****** The Bitter Drink In a small, forgotten town where the wind howled like a warning and the street lamps flickered like broken promises, lived a woman named Clara. Once, she had dreams the size of oceans. But those dreams dried up long ago, drowned in the bottle she now … Continue reading Prompt for #SoCS June 14, 2025 DRINK
Flash Fiction: The Hands That Healed
Aveline stood at the edge of the forest, her palms tingling. It had started three months ago—subtle at first. A warmth in her hands whenever she comforted someone. A flicker of light when she placed her fingertips on a withered leaf. She thought it was coincidence. But the feeling grew stronger, and with it, an … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Hands That Healed
Flash Fiction: Fred the Basset Hound and the Great Pie Caper
Fred was not your ordinary basset hound.With ears long enough to trip over twice and a belly that swayed like a hammock in a summer breeze, Fred had two great passions in life: cold beer and Grandma Margie’s lemon pie. Now, before you worry too much—Fred didn’t drink beer. Not exactly. He just loved to … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Fred the Basset Hound and the Great Pie Caper
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #324- The Woman Who Painted with Rain
The Woman Who Painted with Rain In a quiet countryside, where the wind whispered through the withered stalks of summer’s end, there lived a woman named Liora. Her cottage stood alone among acres of sun-scoured fields, the grass brittle and browned, as if even the earth had forgotten how to breathe. The villagers nearby whispered … Continue reading Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #324- The Woman Who Painted with Rain