Flash Fiction Friday: Old Ally

In a world washed in white, he'd never blend in. The sun cast his shadow over every mountain and every valley, but night would come. His old ally always came, always watched out for him, protected him. With the darkness he vanished. With the darkness he was less than a shadow. With the darkness he was a ghost…

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Flash Fiction Friday: Herd Mentality

Rumbling thunder shook the plains, the very earth vibrating underfoot. It quickened his steps. Even as exhaustion clutched him, as fear played about him, as his heart raced within him, as his steps stumbled, he pressed on. He had to find them. Without them, he wouldn't survive. Trumpeting sounded in the distance. The same wind drawing…

Flash Fiction Friday: Raindrops

They don't understand. To them rain is dreary, dark, cold. It soaks their clothes... and their moods. But that isn't what I saw. In my eyes each raindrop was a glistening speckle of color. They glittered like prisms with ever color of the rainbow and when the drop hit the ground the prism would shatter. And…

Flash Fiction Friday: Waiting

She stood there. Rain pelted down around her. It spattered against her clear umbrella, sliding along the plastic like endless tear drops. Humidity toyed with her hair. The ends twisted and coiled until it frizzed about her. Black strands reached for the inner curves of the umbrella as if drawn by a magnetic. Yet, she stood there. Even as…