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Flash: growl 

A Protective Girlfriend. By C A Middleton © 2017 She had hands like a navvy and wasn’t amused when he told her so. She tightened her baboon arms around his shoulders and Baltic shot-putter legs around his torso, making him grunt. She was under two things: the duvet and the misapprehension he didn’t like her … Continue reading

Flash: Fury

Tired Virgil Scolds His Culprit. By C A Middleton © 2017 Outside the boundary of constant hissing in his head, Virgil’s wife of thirty years sniffed and sneezed, farted and coughed. Was she doing it on purpose to piss me off?! He had asked himself several times. Noise. Constant bastard noise. He hadn’t slept for … Continue reading

Flash: fingers

Signs. By C A Middleton © 2017 He’d done it again.  ‘Wash the devil out of your life!’ His deeply religious mother had yelled. ‘And what shampoo will I need for that?’ He’d spat back. ‘Wash and Go To Heaven?’  It spiralled to hell afterwards. It was said amongst those who used to liked him … Continue reading

Flash: loss

Sharing With You. By C A Middleton © 2017  Some speculate that when you die you hang around for a while, because you are somehow suffering an irrational attachment to your body. Or you plod about the house because you unfulfilled plans.   But in my experience that simply isn’t true.  If that was the case … Continue reading

Flash: softy?

Noggin Strikes! By MD Stoffa © 2017 ‘I had the fever once,’ Marcus said with a shrug. ‘It came upon me like a beast. Ravaging my spirit with gnashing teeth and…’ ‘Why’re you talking like a twat, Marcus?’ The voice of Noggin bellowed over the heads of the little uncomfortable crowd of listeners. ‘You’re from … Continue reading

Flash: dear Joanna

Broken Hearts and Metaphors. By Mad Stoffa © 2017 Dearest Joanna Pumpkinface Grieves,    It has come to my attention that our time in the sun has turned to heavy showers and wild wind.  I am not certain whether this is some sort of allergic reaction on behalf of the meteorological society or the Earth … Continue reading

Flash: hmmmm…

Questions. By CpSingleton © 2017 “I’ll give you three questions,” the scabby seer said. “Ask me anything you wish, Majesty. Your first love or the day you’re dead.” The little boy, the would-be-king, Tapped his chin and mulled. He could ask her anything! Even where the mighty dragons lulled. He thought a little longer before … Continue reading

Flash: fire

Saw A Fire And Moved on From There. By CpSingleton © 2017 She waited by the fire. Her dimples danced to the flicker of fanned flames. He could see her grinning, though was too far away from her solar system to ask such banalities as her name. He wasn’t even certain he had a name … Continue reading

Flash: as one…

A Relaxed Attitude. By CpSingleton © 2016 Gavin Whitsuntide opened his eyes. He felt relaxed. That initially worried him. Until he set his mind to ignoring the tension and giving his person a thorough examination. After a metaphorical mind sweep, Gavin found that his whole body tingled with a paradoxical numbness. He could attempt movement, … Continue reading

Flash: bang! Wallop! 

The Promise. By CpSingleton © 2017 Dougie heard the heavy thud of the front door closing from his upstairs office and frowned.  Normally, when working, his mind would dive too deep into the worlds he was narrating to hear even a bomb going off.  That’s what he called his work. He wasn’t writing or creating … Continue reading

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