Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

Sergeant Roarke

The tour guide led the group through the heavy stone walls of the bunker. Children ate ice cream. Parents wore touristy clothing they wouldn’t be caught dead in at home. “Aliens were coming,” said the tour guide. “One after the … Continue reading

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Really Different

Dr. Guzman saw her in obvious distress at the side of the road. He stopped the car and rushed to her aid. “What are you doing here?” he said. “Aliens just landed and all of San Ignacio de Velasco is … Continue reading

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Magic Boots

Norton’s clothes were dusty and worn out. He was tired. He took his boots off and dipped his feet in the creek to cool off. Old Sheriff Tillerson didn’t abide no hobos. “Those boots look wore out,” he said. “Yeah, … Continue reading

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The Disappointing Return

Everyone knows about The Devil’s Triangle, but few heard of The Harrowing Hexagon. Army pilot, Greg Handy, accidentally flew his trainer aircraft into it and entered a strange shimmering cloud in 1941. Transported to an alternate world, he landed on … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day

It should’ve been a fun Mother’s Day at the museum. An ice cream seller offered cones to the young children, and they were delighted. But halfway through the exhibits, the same children squalled in terror and anguish, saying all sorts … Continue reading

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True News

“The Intelligence Director is proactive at removing disruptive sources,” said Scorpio, Brent’s trainer for spy work. As they strolled through the city, a man fell off a tall building. “That was a foreign spy,” explained Scorpio. A reporter, crossing the … Continue reading

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Further Research

Mischa checked her watch as she looked out the window. There was Jean-Pierre, walking up the street, right on time. “Is that him?” said her roommate, Natalie. “Yep. He’ll knock on my door by accident. We start talking, then go … Continue reading

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