Dull Leaf Trail
Birdie can’t help but feel lied to.
flash fiction
A Brittle Arrangement
The librarian plucks a curled scroll of yellow-tinged paper from the vine. A flower hisses at her.
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Cautionary Tales
Under smoky skies, parents hover near their children, eyes flicking to the unbarred window as they decide to tell the story one more time. For good measure. The children grip their sheets as the words roll over them, renewing the ever burning fear that fills their lungs. What a brilliant boy he used to be,
Hellhound
In the latest hours of the evening, when the townsfolk finally settle down, creatures from hell emerge from the shadows to terrorize those foolish enough to be out.
Purple Shadows of Stories Untold
She walked away without looking back, her footsteps echoing off the alley walls until they faded into nothing. Mira stood alone in the darkness, surrounded by the smell of garbage and rain and the crushing weight of her own limitations.
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Steamed Milk
The barista’s hand trembles slightly as she pours the oat milk, creating ripples that disturb the perfect rosetta she’d attempted in Marcus’s latte. He watches intently, notebook open beside his gluten-free muffin, pen poised. Surely there’s something profound in this moment – the way the foam dissolves, perhaps, like the dissolution of dreams in the
The ABCs of a Friday Night
The trio of friends, A, B, and C, stood outside a bar named Soup. It was a bustling Friday night for young letters, but A was spoiling the fun. She had run outside the bar and vomited in the bushes. C rubbed her back, trying to sober her up. B fidgeted with a hole in
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We All Know It’s Coming
Sarah’s mornings always started the same way: with dread settling into her bones before she even opened her eyes. The news notifications she’d muted still somehow leaked into her dreams—headlines about transition teams, executive orders waiting to be signed, protests being planned in state capitals. She tried everything to maintain normalcy. Meditation apps couldn’t compete
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The First Sip
Cafe Mouillée’s dim lights flickered, casting dancing shadows across Nina’s face as she checked her watch for the third time in five minutes. Outside, rain pelted the windows, creating a rhythmic backdrop to her racing thoughts. She’d chosen this corner table deliberately—secluded, yet with a clear view of the door. When Alex burst in, shaking
The Last Message
“As he reached his unit, James paused at the threshold. He looked back at the city, seeing it with new eyes. The facades of the buildings seemed less imposing now, the constant hum of data less suffocating. For the first time in as long as he could remember, James felt a flicker of something he’d thought long dead: hope. Raw, dangerous, and real as a knife to the gut.”
The City’s Hidden Magick
“Gertrude didn’t need to be told twice. Clutching the book to her chest as if it were the most precious thing in the world, she turned and ran out of the room, back down the alley, and into the rain-soaked streets. But now, everything looked different. The neon signs seemed to spell out messages meant only for her. The puddles on the ground reflected impossible landscapes. And in the faces of the passersby, she saw hints of magic and mystery she had never noticed before.”
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The Empty Chair
Sarah’s fingers traced the worn armrest, feeling every groove and imperfection. The leather was cracked in places, softened by years of use. She breathed in deeply, catching a faint whiff of pipe tobacco – his scent still lingering after all this time. The chair stood in its usual spot by the window, bathed in afternoon
Depths of Decisions
Esmeralda and Tatti sat across from one another, the distance between them growing with each passing moment. The table, once a mere piece of furniture, now seemed an insurmountable barrier. Around them, the muted chatter of restaurant patrons swelled, threatening to overwhelm their senses. “What are you—” “Stop.” “No, I just mean—” “It’s not worth
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Hidden Secrets in a Forgotten Wood
The creek meanders through the woods, a silvery ribbon threading its way between moss-covered stones. I step into its cool embrace, feeling the gentle current tug at my ankles. Each step sends tiny ripples outward, distorting my reflection – a fitting metaphor, perhaps. Summer’s heat presses down, heavy and insistent, but here in the dappled
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Laura and Adelita
Laura and Adelita, steal an hour of passion. As they explore each other’s bodies with the urgency of famished souls, time stands still in their suburban hideaway. But reality intrudes as Laura pleads for another rendezvous, while Adelita, bound by the chains of her life, hesitates. With a playful kiss and a bittersweet goodbye, they part ways, their love burning bright against the drudgery of daily existence.
The Dinner Bell
Standing by the dining room window, he watched a crow perched on the far end of the ledge. A faint bell rings from deep within the home. Dinner time. –A bit of flash fiction to close out the final end-of-semester dept. meeting.
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