Diedra Black

Art and creativity are the only ways for us to cope with the absurdity of life and death.

Category: Flash fiction

Bitter Reflections

Okay, I’m not sure that this story is really “ready”, but when are they ever? This is another flash fiction piece submitted for Chuck Wendig’s weekly challenge. The prompt allowed for 1,000 words and requested a story based on one of the Seven Deadly Sins. So, I give you a short tale on Wrath.

A warning: slight NSFW language below.

Bitter Reflections

Graphic of an angry face

As Debra sipped the coffee, she could smell its acidic aroma. The restaurant dining area she sat in was sparsely populated. A couple sat across the room and to Debra’s left. They were at one of the tables lined up in a row against the wall.

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Secret Entrance Beginning

Hello everyone.

*stares into the empty room*

*Mom waves from the back*

Ahem.

As I often do, I attempted Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenge this week. Unfortunately, I failed the challenge since I don’t have a complete story ready. However, I did start the story, so I thought I would share with you the beginning, with the intention of posting the rest at a later date.

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Squirrels

 

Photo of a squirrel

Photo credit

I’ve had an ongoing relationship with the squirrels in my front yard. This relationship even grew to include other squirrels throughout my neighborhood. I see them. They see me. *sees a squirrel outside the window* *knowing stare*

Needless to say I was thrilled when Chuck Wendig posted his first flash fiction challenge of 2016 (1,000 word limit) and I was able to compose a story based on this photo of a happy squirrel eating a pine cone. Enjoy!
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A Hulk, a Picard, and a Longshot

Originally posted on my earlier site on March 15, 2015:

A ship on dark waters

Chuck Wendig set the challenge on his blog this week to write a mini flash fiction–only 100 words. Here, for your enjoyment, is “A Hulk, a Picard, and a Longshot.”

Without my ocularia, I couldn’t see the sand, but my feet told me it littered the floor. It was cold and gritty against my bare soles, and I could hear the sound of grains rasping against the tile as I dragged my bruised ankle. We’d hidden too long, and now he was here—Father. But, I had gotten Semper aboard the picard. I expected a difficult voyage for her. The door exploded inward, wood cracking against the hinges. A strong wind? No, I sensed his hulk. Relieved, I eased myself onto the uninviting tiles, and his shadow fell.

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