Tag: flash fiction

Fiction | Rising in His Moonlit Guard

a fantasy romantica drabble© iZer0The pointed tips of Narrentuarn’s ears twitched at the urgent sounds in his mind. His hands vibrated from the desperate energy in his two ceremonial swords. The spell worked. They were coming. Across the platform of the moon rising ceremony, Hrroulenan gently drew smooth arcs of thickly smoking, herbal balls. His hypnotic body … Continue reading Fiction | Rising in His Moonlit Guard

The Writer in the Corner: On Characterization

The Writer in the Corner: On Characterization

A writer in one of my groups asked how to avoid cookie-cutter characters. That got me thinking about the main characters in my flash fiction. It's what most of you know me for, I'm pretty certain. So, who are my characters on Medium.com? What do they do...? A creepy narrator commits murder of passion. [This … Continue reading The Writer in the Corner: On Characterization

Fiction | Butterfly in The Anthill

Lexi hits his limits during self-defense training in Aaron’s security center.© agsandrew“Ten more,” ordered Crunch.Lexi flexed his fingers. The motion set off a scream in the muscles above his wrist. His fingers were cramping in the open palm strike position while his tormentor counted. Crunch smirked, knowingly.The skin-tight biocyber suit Lexi wore reduced fatigue and … Continue reading Fiction | Butterfly in The Anthill

Fiction | Courting Ripples

A dream of Iron Henri’s for his frog prince.© sujuHenri descended the estate pond’s lower slope. Fireflies illuminated water lily blooms closed into tight, pointed buds. On one lily pad ahead, a lone frog chirruped a greeting. “HenRIi.”It was only a frog, yet a feeling of recognition struck as a smooth stone skips across a … Continue reading Fiction | Courting Ripples

Fiction | Popping Personal Bubbles

My hive handle? 0gRobinHoodEat the rich (© oneinchpunch)These crops are coming along nicely.I take this moment, ignoring the persistent ding of a message, to enjoy balls of various colors floating in the center of the huge recreational deck. A different algae mix bloom inside each ball:Blue-green-black. (Not the harmful black, my assisting AI reassured me.)Yellow-orange-red. … Continue reading Fiction | Popping Personal Bubbles

Fiction | Wrangling Them Vampire Cows

Hurts and comforts on the (other-world) range.Them wandering calves are the worst.On the rocky terrain past Gilard, the calves eager to hunt for themselves slip away from the herd during a cattle drive and set the old cows screaming. Riding ponies into hills don’t just risks falls; it gives a calf a chance to jump … Continue reading Fiction | Wrangling Them Vampire Cows