Innocents and Accidents, Hints and Allegations

Chuck Wendig had thrown down the gauntlet again, asking his loyal minions to write a 500 word story using the title of the next song to com...

Chuck Wendig , everyone's favorite biped, is up with another flash fiction challenge, 1000 words or less with a theme, once again, of th...

The First Flash Fiction Friday of 2012 involves a countdown, and has to include the words three, night, wire, sweat, and run. My entry is c...

I sat towards the back, trying to keep out of everybody's way. I was staring at the way light reflected off of the tip of my shoe. I wou...

"I think they need this table," he said. Their waitress, a round hipped redhead with stray ringlets loose over her ears, was ind...

For the final Flash Fiction Friday of 2011, the redoubtable Thomas Pluck challenges us to echo the great Tom Waits and create anatomically ...

It came back to me in fragments, like it was a movie. I knew it had really happened, but I could only see bits of it at a time. A still imag...

It was profoundly uncomfortable in every way, which made it doubly difficult to keep the smile plastered on my face. They told you over and ...

It was polite. That was the thing. The stupid machine displayed the message, in ancient looking glowing green phosphor, "SORRY! TRANSAC...

The marvelous, temporarily spit up free Chuck Wendig has issued a challenge to the Flash Fiction Friday folks, 1000 words using three of th...

Two pieces of mine have been published in real live books that are now on sale. The more honorable of the two is the Lost Children Charity A...

It was loud. I had been around the block a time or two, so I had heard noisy crowds, but it never got dull. It was a force in the air, a bow...

Chuck Wendig, who would probably convince the Supercommittee to spend the deficit on coke and hookers, has posted a flash fiction challenge...

The house was quiet. No screaming, no yelling, no crying. No happy noises from the kitchen of dishes being washed, no chugging sound of a wa...