Drabble | Candy Melt

The candy spirit was predictably sweet. But Lonny couldn't get over its spiciness. Its kisses tasted of cinnamon taffy. Its first appearance had been a series of surprises. Floating ingredients shaping itself into a humanoid form in his shop after closing had frozen him in amazement. That it wanted to caress his mouth instead of …

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A Dragon’s Heart and Other Stories

Hello. 👋 This is an update about stories old and new. Fals' Fiction has been copied from Medium.com into blog posts. As of this writing, the accompanying header images are not always showing. I will fix those, add proper credits to the original publishers within the posts, and redirect the links on the Fiction page …

Fiction | Demonic Garage

Someone’s going to have to lend a hand. © calibra ​The demon gave up on tempting Irwin from his seat in the back corner of Irwin’s garage. He’d sat on the raised platform by the door into the house too long, apparently. The metal legs of his chair clanged on the concrete floor. “How long you …

Fiction | Sunrise Scales

That one (fantastical) fish in the sea. © mateusmiliano10 My former mate tried to twist out of my net. I don’t think he recognized me. Must have been my hairy legs. “Let go! Let go!” “Hmmm, nope.” I squatted in the shallows where he’d swam into my trap. He slapped his fish tail and man …

Fiction | Rising in His Moonlit Guard

© iZer0 The 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 …

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 …

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 …

Fiction | Coffee Perking

Who pays $50 for a coffee? The slicker of the night creatures, for the right grind. © jarmoluk Antonia Lup slunk into a polished, wooden chair that the youngest customers would’ve chewed on at her coffee shop. Carvings in the wood of nearby chairs depicted urban scenes for a strange mix of styles. Each metal …

Fiction | Courting Ripples

A dream of Iron Henri’s for his frog prince. © suju Henri 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 …

Fiction | Popping Personal Bubbles

My hive handle? 0gRobinHood © 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 …