I don’t want to be here, not in this country, not in this hospital, not near these people. It’s always been so lonely here, so why is it...

Mandy gazed down at her pink high tops, seeking reassurance in the perfection of the bows that she had tied by herself that morning. She...

The sand was warm and soft beneath Angelica’s feet as she sprinted along the beach. Waves crashed against the shore, tendrils of sea mist...

Brie always starts her morning jog at the fence buried in Honeysuckle. She’s convinced its caramel scent is the magical energy boost that...

I live on an old street in the middle of Detroit City. It’s a two-block stretch of Victorian mansions with a passageway of...

When I was seven, my teacher decided I needed help with spelling. Each week she sent home books to read and a list of words to spell. The...

Sister Violet gently drew the curtains in the vast silence of that cold dusk. The snowflakes slowly swirled down gently spreading over...

With weapons ready, Cre and Arn moved quietly through the forest in search of game. "Cre, look, a strange object." “What could it be?...

I stare at our old grandfather’s clock, clothed with two-hundred-day-old dust. It’s been eighty days since it stopped, our only marker of...

She was not supposed to be above ground. Louise had long since given up on going home to her ivy-covered cottage, deep in a once-verdant...

I looked in my rear view mirror to make sure no one was following me. After making that loud of a noise someone must’ve heard me. If he...

You drive.’ Greg stamps hard on the floor. His hands clench tight, his eyes fill with tears. ‘Emma, no, you drive.’ ‘I take you...

At first, there were only two. It wasn’t a terribly big house after all, and that was all they needed. Mr Jennison and his grown-up son...

The mouse wasn’t moving. Flora ran a finger along its soft back, hoping it was just unconscious. “Wake up,” she whispered through chapped...

Her weathered, willow-wild hands gently pressed the ivory key. The soft, warm sound that followed lit up the boy's eyes. He sat patient,...

Almost is such an ugly word. Every time I say it, I can taste the disappointment; the wasted potential of what could have been. Once,...

Cooking a stew was laughably easy for a witch. Brewing a memory was significantly harder. And given that her last stew had smelled like a...

His carrot-red hair, tinged with coal, stood up straight. The white of his bulging eyes shone from his soot covered face. Sweat pearled...

Jeff Taylor is from New Zealand and has an interest in writing flash fiction. He won the New Zealand Flash Fiction Day Competition this...

When I was in college I dreamed about spending Spring Break at Myrtle Beach.  The vision of palm trees and beautiful waves was a...