flash fiction
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The Locket
The train station buzzed with life, a blur of motion and noise as commuters bustled toward destinations both mundane and monumental. Clara clutched her scarf tighter against the chill that seemed to seep into her bones. Her mind raced—she was… Continue reading
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Where the Fireflies Dance
The fireflies turned the old orchard into a living constellation, their tiny lanterns casting flickers of gold against the encroaching twilight. Sylvie stood at the edge of the field, her pen forgotten behind her ear, a notepad clutched limply in… Continue reading
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The Rainkeeper’s Bench
The drizzle had been steady all morning, painting the park in muted grays and silvers. Emily tied her hoodie tighter against the wind, her sneakers slapping softly against the wet pavement. As always, she passed the old man on the… Continue reading
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Nightmare In The Dance Hall
The old dance hall smelled faintly of lemon polish and mildew, its once-grand chandeliers now dimmed to an eerie, flickering glow. Emma adjusted her coat, the weight of her stethoscope still lingering on her shoulders despite leaving it at home.… Continue reading
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The Polaroid Cottage
After the breakup, Ellie fled to the family cottage—a weathered shanty perched on a jagged cliff above the sea. The waves roared below, drowning out her thoughts, but she didn’t mind. She spent her days pacing the creaking floorboards, her… Continue reading
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The Promise Tree
The humid air clung to William’s skin as he trudged through the moonlit woods toward the old oak tree. Twenty years had passed since he’d last set foot in the sleepy Southern town, and the place felt as foreign as… Continue reading
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The Road Ends Here
The road slithered like a half-dead snake, its asphalt cracked and devoured by creeping vines. Mist hung low, muffling the world in damp gray, and the only sound was the crunch of tires on loose gravel. Emma stared out the… Continue reading
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The Siren In His Dreams
The dream came every night, as inevitable as the tide. A melody—haunting and ethereal—coiled around the edges of his consciousness like mist over the waves. The fisherman, Jonas, would awaken to the phantom hum still vibrating in his ears, his… Continue reading
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The Black River
The sun was setting in streaks of crimson and gold as Jonah Callahan rode his weary horse to the edge of the Black River. The air smelled of decay, and the water ahead glistened unnaturally, dark as midnight ink. The… Continue reading
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Marcus and The Machine
The hospital room was dim and sterile, illuminated only by the cold hum of fluorescent lights overhead. A half-eaten tray of congealed soup sat on the bedside table, untouched for hours. The call button hung loosely from the side of… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 