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Flash in the Pan: Demented
He stared across the frozen lake that separated him from the rest of the world. The sunlight reflecting off the ice made the barren winter scene seem brighter and happier and cleaner than it really...
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Hot Flash: Compulsive
Thinking through things wasn’t my strong point. In fact, compulsive decision making is what got me through life. I might have ended up in dark alleys on the wrong cold nights, But it also brought me...
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Hot Flash: Winter 2014
It wasn’t the fact they parked in a remote campground on a snow-covered mountains that worried her. Isolation didn’t scare her. But, his eyes told her he was up to no good. Destruction....
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Flash Fiction: Tools
I wasn’t ready. Not even close. The expansive auditorium that seemed to unfold in front of me was a blinding truth that even with all the tools and hours of preparation, I couldn’t make it. I wouldn’t...
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Flash Fiction: Marble
The light and dark swirls in the marble distracted her from the truth she was hiding from. Her husband towered above her in his black suit, the ice cold stare emanating from his eyes slicing into...
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Flash in the Pan: Car
Always in the damn car. The moment traffic would stiffen to a dead stop or seconds after we passed “No gas for 100 miles” signs on endless road trips to visit her parents in the middle of god-forsaken...
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Flash Fiction: Soldiers
Peeking out from the hotel room, I could see stretches of soldiers for miles lining the streets. How is it, I wondered, that a day to celebrate liberation and freedom from oppression and military rule,...
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Flash Fiction: Motorcycle
She was proudly showcased in the garage. Chrome buffed and polished to a glimmering shine. The bold red paint and black leather were tended with gentle hands in quiet caresses. I never understood how...
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Flash Fiction: Surboard
Pure simplicity. Sun and waves, sand the crisp smell of salty sea water. Early mornings were the best…. That magical moment when the sun would peak over the farthest point on the sea-lined horizon....
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Flash Fiction: Figures
In the distance I could only see figures; not able to make out faces or the names of the two bodies resting on each other. Their shoulders were slumped and necks uncomfortably bent…stacked almost like...
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