Pressure mounted. Sweat beads lined across his forehead, inching downwards, succumbing to gravity. Deafening screams resounded—friends cheering, haters jeering. Breathless, he cracked the egg over the pan—bull’s eye!
This is my entry for day 14 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition.
The retired military general scoffed. A journalist was nothing compared to the gun-wielding monsters he’d defeated.
The article was published—and the writer’s sharp words sliced through his charade.
My entry for day 13 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: sharp.
Eager eyes and nervous smiles converge on the street, desperate to make friends. They’d always sought joy elsewhere, isolated from each other. Now in isolation, they only had each other.
My entry for day 12 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition.
Driving by the supermarket, Mrs. Richard saw the middle-aged couple scanning their receipt and recounting cash. She snorted. Even her custom-made corrective eyeglasses couldn’t fix her myopia.
This is my entry for day 11 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction 2020 competition. Today’s prompt: myopia.
Born in the slums of a third-world-nation, he’d become the most celebrated photographer of the century. For through his lens, he could escape into alternate realities.
This is my entry for the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction 2020 competition. Today’s prompt: lens.
The Chaos Within 