
The Fall of the Soviet Union – a love story
“They say that when Mikhail Gorbachev first heard the Muzak version of Edge of Seventeen, it knocked him out cold.” This is what Alexis told me, as we sat blowing
Occasionally, I set myself a challenge to write a flash fiction story every week. I have great intentions and start off well, but… Well, I always fail.
Anyway, below is the archive of the flash fiction pieces I did manage to write.
My personal favourites are:
But they’re all fun silly stories – occasionally dark – that will take you less than 4 minutes to read. Enjoy!
“They say that when Mikhail Gorbachev first heard the Muzak version of Edge of Seventeen, it knocked him out cold.” This is what Alexis told me, as we sat blowing
Can’t remember what happened last time? Read the first parts of the story here: One: Parking in the Rain Two: A Doorway Three: The Party Four: Here I Am, Here
– Yoghurt can be, but then you shouldn’t eat it – But you would eat the cheese, if it were – My jumper, which smells of cigarettes from last night’s
Can’t remember what happened last time? Read the first parts of the story here: One: Parking in the Rain Two: A Doorway Three: The Party At the end of voting
I guess most of you felt the man is more adventurous than generous, so the result was: “Do you want to come to a party?” (57%) Missed the beginning? Read
Your votes are in, and the result is: He speaks to the girl. New to the game? Read Part 1 here. Part 2 – A Doorway He stepped up out
He stopped his car in a side street and hopped out the door to check on the price of parking. There was always some bloody rule or other; police vehicles
Man, I used to love the Choose Your Own Adventure books. Was it the superb cover design? Or was it the excellent writing? I guess it was the (false) feeling
She feels the press of it in her palm, the weight of the thing. Such a small key, she thinks, for such a large door. The heavy wood is cool,
It’s gotten to that point of the night already. He’s asking me what I do. “I’m a stripper,” I say. “I strip for a living.” His wife, taller than him,
Nat Newman is an award-winning writer of short stories, podcasts, feature articles, ghostwritten books, drunk text messages and a novella. She is also an actor, voice artist, tour host and creative writing tutor.
Nat Newman is an award-winning writer of short stories, podcasts, feature articles, ghostwritten books, drunk text messages and a novella. She is also an actor, voice artist, tour host and creative writing tutor.
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