Flash Fiction No.6

The arrow slew through the air and stabbed into the tender flesh of the young yew tree, less than an inch from his head. He turned quickly, but there was nobody to be seen. His keen eyes studied the leafy forest. There was no movement save for the rustle of greenery in the wind. He lifted a hand to stroke his coarse bristles.
The second arrow cut through the air, striking the ground at his feet. He stuck a step back. No marksman would be so shoddy as to fire at him twice and narrowly miss on both occasions. This was a warning, but why and who from?

Flash Fiction No.5

Bullets ricocheted off the walls. There were screams as bystanders dived out of the way. Plumes of smoke filled the room, scattering the light streaming in from the dark. Alice checked the gun was loaded, listening as it clicked back into place amidst the hazy noise. Tables fell over. Glasses smashed on the floor. Commands were issued loudly above the din while smoky voices replied.

Alice peered out from behind the counter. There were too many of them for her to get out the front way. She needed a back route. Her eyes snagged on the many civilians on the floor in the room.

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Flash Fiction No.3

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The root echo lusts…

It felt good being human again.
The girl in the cafe flexed her fingers around the fork she was holding. The girl wasn’t strong but she would do until Echo could change bodies. Maybe an older model would suit her better. She looked across at the girl’s father and smiled sweetly. He didn’t notice. He just kept on eating his pie with its thick crust of glutinous death attached. Echo didn’t have that problem. Her eyes glittered and she sliced at the girl’s meagre helping of fruit sundae. The raspberries burst in her mouth like ripened orgasms of juice. It dripped over her lips and she sucked it in slowly.
Delicious…

Flash Fiction No.1

Flash fiction statement was provided by Andrew McCluskey (NALGames).


I’ve woken up in a nature reserve with half a packet of breath mints in my duffel coat pocket…


His eyes felt sticky. Was this what a rusty hinge felt like? He cranked open his eyes and peered around. This wasn’t good. His neck felt stiff. It was no wonder considering that he had spent the late November night sleeping on the hard ground. Wild flowers that had been caught in the frost brushed his cheek. He laid there and stared up at the sky, certain that nobody could see him through the long grasses and the brambles. The nature reserve hummed with peaceful life.
His was not a peaceful life.