Flash Fiction Prompts Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a bright flash blinds everything around. Now pictures flash before Conrod's eyes, changing at high speed. Trees forest foliage, blood, huge furry creatures tearing at each other, people with pale skin glittering with blades in their hands, flashes of purple light, growling, crunching bones, someone shouting Berhes from behind! Dark figures surrounding a group of other figures in a circle, again an eerie voice flashes, piercing with the deepest horror: - these two should not be killed in a cage in the basement, I will talk to them. Flash again. Conrod wakes up, cold sweat pouring down him in streams, his body shaking, he breathes heavily. Kristin turned away from Conrod's constant f

At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I nodded as I told him yes, "ok, see you then." As I finished the rest of my makeup I couldn't help but wonder what he had to surprise me with. I mean shit the boy showed up on my door in the middle of a flash flood, that was as big of a surprise as you can get. Then again it was Seth Greer and he tended to do things big so there was no telling what he had planned. I let out a breath in the mirror staring back at my reflection, my poor skin had still seen no sun, but at least my hair and makeup was on point.

I was about giving up when I felt a pull, it was gentle at first, like a thread tugging at my chest. I remebered Rafe. His voice echoed in the void, distant but clear. He was talking to me, telling me about the first time he saw me after my shift, about the waterfall and about cauliflower. I tried to reach for him, but I had no hands, i tried to call back, but I had no voice. I was nothing, floating in nothing, listening to the only thing that made the nothing bearable. “You promised.” He said. “You promised you'd always come back.”

Flash back I was looking out the window as the rain poured heavily. I was waiting for the rain to stop so I could go home, but the rain poured even more heavily. I was in a supposed dark room, but it was filled with yellow lamp lights. It was beautiful, gigantic, and breathtaking. I was trying to fight the sleep that had by now clouded my eyes.

I whisper into the night, “Let them celebrate their lies. I’ll build something real.” Behind me, Mira mutters, “What if Doom turns on us?” I turn, a small smile on my lips. “Then I’ll make him wish he hadn’t.” Outside, lightning splits the sky — bright and sharp, like a promise written in fire. The storm has begun.

She typed: What happens in seventeen days? The response came instantly. You wake up. Or you run. But running won't save you. Nothing will. She looked at the word on the counter. It was still there, still warm, still burning. She looked at the door. The parking lot was empty. The trees were dark. She typed: What are you? The three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. I'm what you're going to become. The lights flickered. And in the darkness between one flicker and the next, Luan saw something in the reflection of the glass. Not herself. Something behind her. Two points of gold. A shape that was almost human, almost wolf, almost nothing at all.

Cold droplets of rain splashed against Dominic’s face, mixing with the warmth of his tears as they traced a path down his cheeks, soaking his clothes and the wound on his hand. Blood dripped again. The rain continued all through the night without a pause. When Valerie woke up, she thought she would have to cancel her plans for the day. But when she looked outside, the sky had cleared. She grabbed her phone and saw a message from Tiberius: [On my way to you.] She quickly got out of bed, packed, and hurriedly finished her preparations. By the time he parked, she was already waiting at the building entrance. The air after the rain was crisp and fresh. Having gone out for their morning exercises

Crowds of people had gathered there, all eager for a glimpse of the spectacle. A couple next to us gasped in awe just as I stepped forward. “Oh my! It’s beautiful!” The aurora lit up the sky, bursting with colors like a celestial tapestry. I was mesmerized. I stood there and was unaware that someone had approached me from behind. “Do you like the aurora?” The voice, cold yet boyish, belonged to fourteen-year-old Christopher. “Of course I do! My mom said that if you and your partner see the aurora together, you’ll find everlasting love and happiness.”

Has always been there, waiting. Beyond us, in the hush between falling snow and breathing shadow, I see them. The liquid shine of red eyes. Wet with reflection. Watching with the particular hunger of things that know they've already won. White teeth flash from the dark. Not quite a smile, not quite a snarl, but something between. A silent growl hovers beneath them, vibrating the air without sound.Not a warning, those come before violence. Not yet a strike,those come during. But a promise. Of pain. Of possession. Things I've spent all my waking hours to ignore. As if to will it all away if I only could try just a bit harder.