Flash Fiction Exercises
Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through his skin when he...
Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through his skin when he...
A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...
Short Story Air flooded into my lungs in a shuddering gasp, the silence blinding me. No. No. No. “Eric, is everything all right?” The teacher was walking toward me in slow motion, but I was...
Serial Fantasy The other birds remained mostly in the trees. They crowded together in a tangled and haunted mess of whispers. When one of the other four legged creatures passed beneath the tree, they...
Pantoum Poem The heart must crack. To accept more love, first it will break. It will become full and burst into one thousand sparking bits. To make room, the heart must split its seams...