Flash Fiction 55



Deviant Art

 Close your eyes and imagine!  What is it you see?  Does your mind conjure visions of pink elephants, cotton candy and carnival rides?  Or maybe something a little darker is more your style.   Yes, that is it.  Tell me.  Tell me of your nightmares, your fetishes, your dreams.  Perhaps we can make them come true…

Want to play?  Just write your own piece of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, etc and let the G-Man know.

Flash Fiction 55

I hope everyone is up and running properly again.  My blog is still missing a post so here's hoping this one works!



Painting by
Canadian Painter Oliver Ray
http://www.oliverray.ca/index.html



Amy stood on the balcony watching the sun set over the ocean.  The warm soft breeze sent a shiver through her body.  She heard his footsteps behind her and her pulse quickened.   Slowly he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.  Amy trembled internally, feeling his hot breath on her neck…

Wanna play?  Write your own story, poem, etc and be sure to let the G-Man know.  You will find others on his blog too...drop by, read and comment!  Everyone likes feedback.

Flash Fiction 55

I haven't played in a couple of weeks or even contributed to my blog.  This has been a crazy busy week, as life gets sometimes and I still struggle with balance.

So here is this Friday's submission...

The search for Lord Stanley's Cup creates chaos in the stands.  Hockey fans experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.  Players are praised and ridiculed in the same breath.  Pulses race and blood pressure rises as your favourite team gets closer to the ultimate prize.  Will they do it? GO CANUCKS GO!


Wanna play?  Just write your own fiction, poem, etc in 55 words and let the G-Man know!

Flash Fiction 55

“But I don’t want to choose they are all liars and do exactly the opposite of what they promise.  What if I choose the wrong one? What if they are worse than the last? What then?” She looked at the ground and closed her eyes wanting an answer and with that she marked her “X”.




Wanna play?  Write your own story, poem, etc in 55 Words.  Be sure to tell the G-Man!!

Friday Flash 55

Kayla dropped some loose change in the old woman’s cup.  “Thank you my dear, that will get me a coffee to keep me warm”, the old woman smiled a toothless, and sincere grin.  Kayla felt a pang of sadness as she looked at the woman, bundled in tattered clothes. “Let me buy you lunch too”.

Want play?  Write your own piece of fiction, poetry or whatever in 55 words.  Be sure to let the G-Man know.

Friday Flash 55

So the idea of Flash Fiction 55 is to write a story, poem, or whatever in exactly 55 words.  No more...no less.  I used to do this quite regularly, it is a great way to get the imagination flowing and/or to create the beginnings of even longer stories.  If you want to participate, be sure to check out Mr. Knowitall's Blog and let him know you want to play!

Ok, so I don't really have a title and not sure where it came from but it kinda seems that it may be a continuing saga of sorts...or maybe not.

Mmmm, she thought as she placed a morsel of warm chocolate chip cookie into her mouth.  She reminisced of simpler times, when she was just five years old, without a care in the world and her only fear was if the boogey man was beneath her bed.  Oh to be a little girl once more…