Explore Flash Fiction
The Forgotten Engine
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
Max Turner had always felt a certain magic in the mechanics of machines. As a child, his father’s garage had been a sanctuary, a place where engines hummed to life …
The Forgotten Club | Part Five
hamed
Feb 10, 2025
The rumbling of the cavern’s walls continued to echo through the space, but Olivia stood firm, clutching the book. The weight of the strange symbols and cryptic message gnawed at …
The Last Ember
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
Dani’s car rolled down the narrow, winding road toward her neighborhood, her hands clenched on the steering wheel. The air was thick with smoke, still hanging in the valley like …
When the Mask Falls
hamed
Feb 26, 2025
He was known as a pillar of strength—a titan in tailored suits whose firm handshake and measured words had rescued countless ventures from ruin. For decades, Daniel Marrick had built …
The Skeptic’s Shadow
hamed
Feb 26, 2025
Ethan folded his arms as the psychic, an older woman draped in violet silk, traced circles over a worn deck of tarot cards. The air smelled of incense and something …
The Librarian’s Secret
eromance
Apr 22, 2025
Librarian Harold was a moth, and Father Michael, the new priest, was a flame. Every Wednesday, Michael visited the library to borrow theology texts, his collar snug against a neck …
The Pickle Predicament
eromance
Apr 22, 2025
Ted’s sister-in-law, Marla, was a vision in yoga pants, her curves defying gravity like a physics experiment gone deliciously wrong. Every Sunday brunch at his brother Dave’s house, Ted found …
The Text Message Mix-up
hamed
Jan 09, 2025
Sarah stared at her phone in horror. The message she'd meant to send to her best friend about her boyfriend's terrible cooking had just gone to... her boyfriend. "OMG, he …
Ctrl+Alt+Delete
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
The algorithm flagged Clara's work performance as "suboptimal" on a Tuesday. Seventeen years of customer service excellence, reduced to a red indicator on her supervisor's dashboard. "The AI handles 90% …
The Return of the Exiled Prince
hamed
Dec 21, 2024
The moon hung low over the desert, its pale light illuminating the rugged silhouette of a lone rider. His cloak, tattered and worn, bore faint traces of royal embroidery—symbols of …