A Flash Fiction a Day #5: President Ficus and the Downward Spiral

You are a president of your own land You raise the taxes You destroy private schools and put everyone in public school At lunch you hold a meeting with congress "I'm taking over this game!" People riot but your supporters scream back in fluffy horror Spectators soon flee to the other side of the world's… Continue reading A Flash Fiction a Day #5: President Ficus and the Downward Spiral

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Flash Fiction Time: Diamond Boy

I'm back with another flash story! It's not for a weekly event or anything. It's for a book I want to do called Eden. The writing prompt I used is "she sings" from a list of 400 prompts but I changed it to "he sings." As always if you enjoy this, like and comment. Also… Continue reading Flash Fiction Time: Diamond Boy

It’s Alright (A Flash Story A Day #3)

It was scary and rainy outside. The rushing water beats upon the old windows with such ferocity that it sounds like an invasion of bullets. The little girl is afraid. She holds onto Toy Chica's plastic arm tightly. The animatronic does not move. The only thing she does is huff. The girl is okay with… Continue reading It’s Alright (A Flash Story A Day #3)

Initialize (A Flash Story a Day #2)

He expected the weird food cravings, the mood swings and other things human females are plagued with during pregnancy. Rinaldo was carrying his first egg and yet…he wasn't struck with the weird symptoms of pregnancy like he expected. He was moody, yes, but he wasn't craving any strange food. What came with the pregnancy was… Continue reading Initialize (A Flash Story a Day #2)

In Triola, love is not lost (A Flash Fiction A Day #1)

Atop the highest hill in Triola; Sylvio, Josh, Sylvio's mother Narcissus and her protecter Argolon sit in silence to enjoy the view. Even Talkven is there with them. He's busy making Narcissus and Argolon sip tea with him. Sylvio and Josh sit away from them. Together they watch the clouds as they sit side-by-side. Sylvio… Continue reading In Triola, love is not lost (A Flash Fiction A Day #1)

The Supper of the Fae

In the blue forest of night With candles abright A young Driad whom calls herself Klea watches you skillfully From the comfort of her trees You are a visitor here You come from Earth The Earth you know is in a slow death Earthquakes and high gas prices signal the apocalypse But it is no… Continue reading The Supper of the Fae

Prologue 00: Remembering (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)

This is Ashuton's past childhood, a distant memory of the torture a dragon shifter endures, even in their home country. (This is suppose to be the first prologue)