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
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Flash Fiction: June, 1974
The sun was already high over Des Moines by the time Hank pulled into the gravel lot beside the brick building on 8th Street. The air was heavy with humidity, the kind of Iowa summer day that made a man’s shirt stick to his back before lunch. He killed the engine of the truck and … Continue reading Flash Fiction: June, 1974
Flash Fiction:Whispers Through the Pines
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 the ache inside … Continue reading Flash Fiction:Whispers Through the Pines
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
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #395 The Archive of Forgotten Futures
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2025/08/21/reenas-xploration-challenge-395/ The Archive of Forgotten FuturesMemoir of Elsin Rowe, August 21, 2085 It began with the ceiling collapsing. Not in a cataclysmic way—more like the quiet surrender of a structure long past hope. A slow groan, a puff of centuries-old dust, and then a brittle corner of the old Miroc Library gave up … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #395 The Archive of Forgotten Futures
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
Flash Fiction: Roots of the Soul Tree: Anchoring into Gaia
In the time before time, when the stars were still learning to hum, Gaia stirred. She was not yet Earth as we know her—she was pure consciousness, a sleeping song wrapped in silence. Her dreams formed oceans, mountains, winds, and creatures, but it was her longing for connection that birthed the Soul Tree. It rose … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Roots of the Soul Tree: Anchoring into Gaia
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