Flash Fiction Prompts Novels & Stories

The alley stank of cat piss and burnt transmission fluid; I smelled of wet wool, of fear. “Cut it out,” I muttered to the sparks. “Not here.” They replied by popping behind my eyes, white flashes that left green ghosts in the dark. Each flash stretched that alley longer, deeper, a throat at the ready to swallow. Footsteps crunching at the edge of the alley two men, hooded, sharing one umbrella. I squeezed in my chin, hugged the shadows. They passed without noticing, but the sparks leapt. The neon OPEN sign in the window buzzed, stuttered, went black. Within, the clerk cursed. I used the darkness to slide away, stepping through puddles with rain boots, and by the time I got there they reflect

As she finally grasps it, she clicks it on, its beam of light piercing through the obscurity and offering a glimmer of reassurance. The flashlight's feeble glow dances across the room, revealing only fragments of her immediate surroundings, leaving the rest shrouded in shadow. Every creak of the chalet and every gust of wind outside sends a shiver down Elizabeth's spine. The symphony of raindrops against the windows melds with the rapid thumping of her heart, creating a disconcerting harmony that echoes through the kitchen. The shadows cast by the flashlight's beam seem to dance and twist, playing tricks on her mind, igniting her imagination with thoughts of unseen entities lurking in the da

Sweat builds on my forehead as I try to control what I'm seeing. I'm flashed with woods, forests, a highway. Images of a town filled with lots of houses and people. Flashes of Rennet and different white-haired people. I scream as my mind is bombarded by what's being thrown at me. A castle on a hill. A light on the 5th floor. A vision from a stage. Fire. Destruction. Sammy standing in the middle of thousands of white wolves drooling and growling while she laughs evilly. Then darkness. My breathing starts to calm. My head starts to hurt a little less.

She came over to me and shined the light pen in my eyes and I blinked against the brightness. “How bad is it?” “The medication takes the edge off of it, but we are working our way up to an 8 out of 10 even with the pills.” Her smile turned to a frown. “Your pupils are a little slower to respond to the light. Have you been sleeping well?” I shook my head. “I get about three to four hours a night. During that time, I see…or dream…flashes of things I don’t remember. Sometimes I feel and can’t see. Sometimes everything is blurry. But I just wake up in a cold sweat.”

LUCIEN Sitting next to Carol, I help my sister do her homework. We have to put together a project, build a cardboard house. So we are both setting up the house. Carol is capricious, she wants to paint the house in different colors and add some glitter to give it a little shine. My sister is creative. I pick up one of the cardboard pieces and my sister hands me the glitter, reminding me of Friday night. A bright and pleasurable night. That masked man touching himself while I danced for him, the sensation of his hard member rubbing against my groin... That man came to me for nothing, even when I tried to concentrate.

The cave's icy chill pierced my skin banishing sleep to a distant realm. Time elusive and intangible seemed suspended in this shadowy abyss. Around me fireflies flickered their glow a solitary beacon in the darkness. With the arrival of morning a whisper broke my silence though daylight never reached this subterranean world. An ominous wolf a creature more shadow than flesh stood before me. It grinned wickedly declaring the start of its malevolent game. "Today decides your fate" it taunted sending a wave of fear through me.

The air grew charged with an electric energy, and a gentle breeze carried whispers of ancient secrets. I followed the winding path until it led me to a serene, moonlit clearing. The trees around me seemed to lean in, as if sharing in the anticipation of what was to come. In the center of the clearing, a shimmering pool of water reflected the moon's soft glow, its surface rippling with an otherworldly luminescence. Curiosity sparked within me as I approached the mystical pool. The voice of Mr. Thompson echoed in my mind, urging me to take a leap of faith and trust in the journey. With a deep breath, I stepped forward and peered into the water.

We waited in silence until Ryle suddenly raised his voice. “It’s time! Quick!” I ran towards him, and just as I approached the cliff where Ryle stood, little flashes of light began to illuminate from the bottom. Startled by the sudden bursts of light from the darkness, I turned to see their source. Ryle spoke. “There... Now, it’s time to make your dream come true.”

It sounded like the turning of the very first page ever written. A warm wind rose from the endless abyss. It carried no scent. No dust. Only memories. Millions of them. Adrian suddenly saw countless lives flash before his eyes. A child writing his first poem. An old woman finishing the final chapter of her diary. A lonely traveler sketching forgotten cities. A soldier writing one last letter before dawn. Every story... Every dream... Every unfinished thought... Flowed through the endless darkness below. The white feather in Adrian's hand began glowing. Its light pushed back the shadows surrounding the staircase.

"This is the woman who ruined Whitney's marriage?" All of Whitney's friends stood up. "Is Henry blind? She looks pretty ordinary." Lexie ignored them. All she did was look at Whitney. "I heard that you'll pay me a thousand if I drink with you." Whitney remained silent. Her friends were having too much fun, and they paid several male models a thousand each for drinking with them. Summer raised an eyebrow and smiled as she slammed a wad of cash on the table. "That's right. It's the rule of our game tonight. Finish all the drinks on the table and I'll pay you a thousand."