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The Ultimater: Flash Fiction

The dragon scales prickle at my touch before relaxing in recognition. I settle into my wolf-buck saddle handcrafted by the famous artisan elves of Esour.  I reach for the reins and there’s a moment of pause…a knowing…an imprinted memory that great danger awaits on the shifting horizon. This, of course, is not the first time we have been on this …

Woman in cat mask

Who’s Da Boss? Flash Fiction

‘Stop being a pussy,’ Bruce hisses in a low whisper as Tuxedo glances furtively down the hallway into the master bedroom. Tuxedo turns back to meet Bruce’s narrowed eyes, his masked face tilts in question.  ‘We’ve gotta move,’ Bruce growls, recalling how much he hates working with amateurs. ‘The sun is coming up.’ Tuxedo’s eyes follow the dawn light creeping …

old bar wooden sign

The Publican’s Return – Flash Fiction

Someone is here. A key falters in the lock until the arthritic mechanisms fall in place. The rusty door knob turns but the front door is unmoving. Then with a grunt and a shove, the door is forced to surrender. Dust motes swirl in the stale, gloomy light of the public bar. One by one blinking lights flicker to life. …

Just Perfect – Flash Fiction

‘Showoff,’ she declares as her French polish acrylic nails click on the screen as she swipes left. ‘I thought he looked fun,’ I protest. ‘He was wearing a Captain’s hat at the helm of a yacht…In my experience people who can afford a yacht, don’t need to show it off to the whole world.’ ‘But…’ She casts a pitiful look …

The Last Comedian – Flash Fiction

The day humour was outlawed was a happy one for Irma Maddex Otic. She celebrated by working three hours of unpaid overtime in her data entry job, logging the serial numbers of thousands of microchips. Irma is a no-nonsense woman who values hard work and takes her civic duty seriously. So on her lunch break, she marches down to the …

Here Comes The… – Flash Fiction

The bride wore a second-hand wedding dress from Vinnies that had to be altered. The groom wore a clip-on tie and no pants. ‘Cut!’ the videographer shouts at his assistant like he’s directing some Hollywood blockbuster instead of filming the most ridiculous wedding in history. I’ve been in the wedding photography business for longer than I care to admit, so …

female writing

It’s My Job – Flash Fiction

Job title. My pen hovers over the form as I wrestle with what to put down.  I’d like to say ‘Writer’. Being a writer is my dream job and I do write … when I can.  I take a deep breath ignoring the searing pain in my jaw and scrawl ‘Writer’. Then my inner voice takes grip.  Fraud! You’re no …

The Dragon Slayer – Flash Fiction

Five years. That is how long there’s been peace. No more warring factions. No more grief and pain. Then the dragons came. I’d always wanted to start a story like that. As an author of fantasy novels, I believe every good story needs a dragon…unless it’s these dragons. Forget Game of Thrones. Forget the Hungarian Horntail. These dragons are a …

The Graveyard Shift – Flash Fiction

A life-size, paper mache Shrek donkey, on rollerskates, ridden by a bloke dressed as Xena: Warrior Princess – that’s the strangest thing I’ve seen on the side of the road…until now.  Actually, the donkey isn’t even in my top five of weird things I’ve seen during the graveyard shift at the Roadhouse.  The Roadhouse is a local icon situated a …

Full moon and palm trees

Creatures of the Night – Flash Fiction

‘The trick to telling a lie is to keep it believable. There has to be some truth in the lie. And don’t elaborate with too much detail.’ I want to please my dad but my mother told me it was wrong to lie. Dad must sense my hesitation because he crouches down and puts his hands on my shoulders. ‘Sometimes …