Unable to bear more suffering, the old man returned the battered book to the library. It’d gather dust, as it was always meant to—until the true owner reclaimed it.
This is my entry for day 28 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: gather.
As an artist, it was his job to create alternative realities. And he excelled every time—even became filmmaker of the year. Twice. The secret? He distorted his own reality.
This is my entry for day 27 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: distorted.
The over-achieving boy genius became the Nobel-winning scientist who demystified the universe. All thanks to his mental clarity, courtesy of the psychiatrist who compensated for a lost childhood.
This is my entry for day 26 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: clarity.
She sat transfixed, brain processing, heart refusing to believe. How could he? She re-played the last six years in her mind.
“Rachel!” She didn’t respond. Dumbledore’s death was riveting.
This is my entry for day 25 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: rivet.
“Only one glass”, my weirdo friend had warned. Bollocks. No way I’d measure my daily pour. I self-shrugged as the glass brushed my moustache—it’s water for goodness’ sake.
This is my entry for day 24 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s word: measure.
The Chaos Within 