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I’m participating in Flash Fiction February! 28 very short stories for the shortest month. One prompt a day. You can learn more at storytellingcollective.com or looking up the hashtag #FlashFicFeb on social media. 

Prompt 8 – Weapon

And so now they think I’m a supervillain. Great. How binary. How remarkably small-minded. How boring. And how ridiculously annoying. I am simply a man who wants to know as much as I can about the world around me. I don’t want to hurt anybody, I don’t want to threaten...

Prompt 7 – Storm

Three out of the four lights in the parking lot of the motel were out, which left the place in eerie half-lit shadows until the lighting came. In one brief moment, the long salt bleached grey-blue building, with its eight sets of doors and windows, all trimmed in...

Prompt 6 – Oath

It was during one of her long sleepless nights that she dreamed up the idea of the oath. In her little studio apartment by the river, she sweated out her summer madness over mason jars of sangria and sad songs on the radio. She set up an altar under the window that...

Prompt 5 – Fight

Silvia stood against the wall in the center of the handball court. She wore a cut-off pink t-shirt and short cut-off jeans. Her heart was racing and her palms were sweaty. She watched the boys square off in the center of the court. Two boys surrounded by dozens of...

Prompt 4 – Legend

The Legend of the Silver Fountain? Well, that’s a strange tale, for certain. Or I should say a strange web of tales. People have made up all sorts of things to explain why there is a beautiful marble fountain out in the middle of nowhere, near some caves and a craggy...

Prompt 3 – Stars

I'm my dream, I’m alone on a spaceship. A starship. It’s my starship, I’ve saved up my entire life to buy it. I’m traveling to find a new home, a new world around a new star, but it’s going to take a decade to get there. I have this dream a lot. The ship is simple, a...

Prompt 2 – Focus

There was a cold solidness to Jay’s camera. A black metal density. Heavy the way he imagined a gun would be. It warmed in his hand, but it took a while. He tended to cradle it in his palm, fingers fretting on the crisp numbers engraved and inked in red and green on...

Prompt 1 – Very Peri

Based on the Pantone Color of the Year He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. “Purple?” She rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. “It’s periwinkle. It’s a blue, with subtle touches of red and violet.” “You dyed your hair purple-I mean, periwinkle, on your first day at...