Tim is a freelance writer, poet, artist and storyteller. He always tries to find and include lessons for everyone in his writing.
“Write a short story every week. It’s not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.”
— Ray Bradbury
When I get to heaven. I wonder if I will have a place on the corner where I can see the glory of God laid out for me. Will I have a place on the corner? Where passersby will offer a hello there, welcome or maybe just a hi.
Will I have a place on the corner? Where I can offer a place to share. The love, the joy of God who resides there and everywhere.
When I get to Heaven. I know I’ll see all those who went before, all of my family.
He kept absolutely still as the footsteps got louder and louder. He thought at first it might be a family member. But the steps were too loud and firm. Almost as if they were walking on four feet not two. He cracked the door but nothing was there. He failed to look up. If he had he would have seen the creature hanging from the ceiling. It was too late. The creature dropped to the floor knocking him back into the room. The creature took two steps and opened its jaws. A loud bang then the creature went limp.
Leroy The Dragon Part 1
Leroy was the scorn of the other dragons. While they were off killing the humans he was kicking back in the cave until one fateful day.
Leroy was hanging in the cave as per usual when a human wandered in by accident. Percy looked at the human. The human looked back.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“No,” said the human…”should I be?”
Leroy thought about it. “Yes,” said Leroy. “I could eat you.”
“Possibly...if I let you.”
Leroy was confused. He never met a defiant human before. In fact he’d never met a human all not once.”
The Garden Gnome
Howard looked down to see the neighbors garden gnome looking up at him. He rubbed his eyes then looked down again. He looked around and then down. He thought maybe I drank too much.
“I wanted to come over and tell you some things about the neighborhood.”
“Okay.” Now this was weird.
“You’re wife’s really nice by the way but she’s having an affair with the mailman”
He wondered if he should believe a gnome statue.
“And your neighbors The Jones...well they are...let me just a little bizarre.
“Hey come back, there’s more.”
“A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film.”
— Lorrie Moore
I stared at the computer. “Please open the attachment, an urgent message for you.” Should I open it or not? Was it just spam? I weighed my options then clicked on the image. A world I didn't know appeared on the computer screen. Underneath, were printed the words. “This will be your world unless you act now.”
Was this a joke? Something popped behind me. I turned to find a man in a weird uniform behind me. I looked at him.
“Who in the world are you.”
“I see you’ve accepted the calling.”
“Yes, to save your World.”
There is a creature which supposedly lives in the woods in New Jersey, some people refer to the creature as Bigfoot. While there is truth to the story, the part they get wrong is the name. The creature is actually a harmless creature called the Nog.
The Nog’s only fault, if you want to call it a fault, is the Nog’s favorite game is tag. The Nog sneaks up on people, scares them, which is the creature's way of saying “you’re it.”
The Nog’s problem is the people run away instead of playing tag. The Nog is left sad.
The short story is still like the novel’s wayward younger brother, we know that it’s not respectable – but I think that can also add to the glory of it.
— Neil Gaiman
My wife bought me a hammock for my birthday. For the life of me I don’t know why. We only have one tree in our backyard. I told her but with a smirk on her face she said, “Remember you’re the brains around here, figure it out.”
Something told me she was upset over some miscommunication from me. I however was not going to give in and apologize. I’d figured it out. I tied one end to the tree, laid the hammock on the ground and then laid down for a nap.
My wife saw me, smiled and laughed.
All of the flash fiction stories in this edition we’re written from prompts. I hoped you enjoyed reading them. I hope to keep writing flash fiction because It is a good warmup for longer writing pieces. If you have any suggestions for micro flash stories please add them in the comments.
As always stay safe.
© 2020 Timothy Whitt
Timothy Whitt (author) from New Jersey on June 10, 2020:
Thank you very much
Riffat Junaid from Pakistan on June 10, 2020:
Good stories I enjoyed.