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.
He smiled as his opponent walked off, dejected. This was a competition and he’d do anything to win, even sway the audience. Losers—they always fall for a child’s tears.
This is my entry for the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: sway.
It wasn’t unusual—couch drooling over Winslet or Gosling after a brunch of excessive mash, meat, and Malbec. Whiling, watching bikers drift—clearly unnecessarily—it was a perfectly normal Thursday.
This is my entry for day 19 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: drift.
The Chaos Within 