And here, we have the sassypants known as Isaac & Sarah from my Beauty & The Beast/Sleepy Hollow mashup-retelling taking place during the American Revolutionary War.
(Character refs here and here)
Continue reading “Nothing Is What You Think It Is”Category: Flash Fiction
The Mirror
Back in January, I posted this for part of Fairy Tale Central’s Snow Queen month. At some point between then and now, I got around to writing a sequel-ish of sorts.
And now, you all get to see it. Because cliffhangers really aren’t fair.
Continue reading “The Mirror”Unwanted Memories
Federal Way, Washington, 2007 — Darkness swirled around him as he pried his eyes open. He blinked, the room coming into view with what little light filtered through the blinds.
Continue reading “Unwanted Memories”It’s Never Cliché…
(Character descriptions here)
Tacoma, Washington, 2007 — Kelly yawned as she pushed open the door to the office with her foot. “Hey, Michaels, do we have any-“
Continue reading “It’s Never Cliché…”Pearls & Roses
Well, it looks like I’m definitely caving on postponing the flash fics. Today’s fic features the characters of Zero and Five, the characters in Subjected, a flash fic I posted last August. In that one, they were about 15-16. This one features them as adults, maybe 23-24.
Continue reading “Pearls & Roses”Frostbite
Alright, so I’m caving on the postponing of flash fics thing. This time, it’s a little different. This fic is inspired by the writing prompt that Arielle of Fairy Tale Central posts each month for their featured fairytale!
Continue reading “Frostbite”Lost At Sea
Maine, 1905 – “Mother, when is Papa coming home?” Eight-year-old Phoebe asked, her hazel eyes full of innocent curiosity.
Continue reading “Lost At Sea”A Child’s Gift
Hartford, Connecticut, 1989 — Six-year-old Connor rushed into his room, closing the door behind him. He tossed his backpack onto the floor, then climbed onto his bed and reached for the piggy bank on his dresser.
Continue reading “A Child’s Gift”Lights Out
Hartford, Connecticut, 1988 – Trembling, five-year-old Connor raced out of the darkened bathroom, leaving the faucet running. Desperate for any source of light, he ran without bothering to carefully spread his arms out in front of him to make sure he wouldn’t bump into a wall.
Continue reading “Lights Out”Connor & The Wishing Fountain
Hartford, Connecticut, 1988 — “Mommy, why is there money in here?” Connor asked, standing on his toes to peer over the edge to a water fountain.
Continue reading “Connor & The Wishing Fountain”