Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction... what is?!

Don't have too much time to write or read even a short story? Are you in the mood of new experimentations? Then this is the right place for you! The Flash Fiction section is dedicated to the creation of micro stories and there's only one rule: stories must be under 1000 words.

Are you ready to dive into micro fiction? Enjoy the reading and submit your experimentations!

A new memory

Written by Lara, 01^st September 2009

One of the white strings of her new Nike shoes ended treaded on. Delia crushed the rebellion with two hard tugs and abandoned the asphalt diving into the wet earth. The grass had been cut a few weeks before and was tickling her naked ankles.
She walked on along the grass, leaving behind a fresh grassy trail. She quickly climbed uphill and reached the old cherry tree.
Her eyes looked at the leafy branches... [READ THIS MICRO FICTION]

The imagined room

Written by Lara, 04^th May 2009

Sandra was playing. In the soundproof room, sitting at the pianoforte, the hands were gliding on the silky keys without losing rhythm nor concentration. She didn’t need to read the score: every note of every sonata was a secret that was enclosed inside her soul and implored to be revealed. Sandra closed her eyes, and her hands, creators and beneficiary of that revelation, danced... [READ THIS MICRO FICTION]

Going to war

Written by Marta, 08^th March 2008

One day a stranger trespassed the boundary, putting his foot in a territory that had been forbidden until that moment, challenging severe laws and ruthless punishments.

The war broke out and years of bitter conflicts rived the country. No battle was ever won by one of the arrays. The more the conflict became atrocious, the more... [ READ THIS MICRO FICTION]

Change

Written by Marta, 08^th December 2007

Another day has gone away. Colourless, tasteless, indifferent, useless. Hours lived in black and white, but without the poetry great photographs are able convey. The only source of light, constant and cold, is the reflection on the blade. The hands holds the rope tightly, but they could soon let the grip go, and then... then the blade will fall, merciless. Swift, but maybe not so painless.... [READ THIS MICRO FICTION]