The Troll ‘ neath the Towers – Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 31 | Flash! Friday

  The Troll ‘ neath the Towers (Story elements = Conflict and Character)   The troll lives ‘neath the forever-shadows of the twin towers. On his commute, through the dustbowl city, he brings light to the masses with his disarming smile and a tip ‘o the cap. In the ramshackle apartment he calls home, he …

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Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 29 | Flash! Friday : Evil Twin

Evil Twin   I wipe the spittle from my mouth and the crusting sleep from my eyes. I know he’s there. Watching. Waiting. Mocking. He is the commas. The stuttered pauses. The rat-a-tat-tat of the delete key sounding like gunfire. I face my evil twin. I know I can do this. Others say I am …

Heart of Glass : Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 17 | Flash! Friday

Heart of Glass A city is just a desert. Sand everywhere, transformed by furnace and chemicals into the spires of glass, transparent walls of opulence and gluttonous coffee-shop excess. I run through the dunes, a blurred shape against the glass malls and lights. The city also has an absence of intelligent life. The passer-by assuming …

“Angel of Death” – Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 5 | Flash! Friday

Angel of Death She walks wards of clinical hinterland and navigates paths of life and death. Her uniform is always clean, crisp and blindingly white. She looks like the model professional and her smile is that of cherubim. She gleams brightly at the visitors. But they infest the hospital. They are like parasites around their …

“Construction” – Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 5 | Flash! Friday – Shortlist

Construction Spat from the heavens. Wherever she worked in her life she felt alone – she felt different. Today would be the worst day. Under an incendiary morning sky, the skeletal frameworks of scaffolding impaled the horizon. She knew they’d be up there. In the heavens, they’d be judging her. A construction site is no …

“Fragments” – Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 3 | Flash! Friday

Fragments He sees the dragons, or maybe he doesn’t. His people are descended from dragons. The colour in his eyes is fading. Have they now come for him? Visions come. Visions go. They permeate his mind like the fragments of decay and disease. Dementia is spiral of irretrievable loss. Perhaps one day the very fabric …