Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction

My mind is a long maze full of mystical creatures. 

Aliens!!!

One day, I woke up, and aliens had invaded my planet. It wasn’t that I was surprised, I was happy! It is time for a huge change in this messed-up world. Can you imagine how things had been? Wars, conflict and even lack of food! I support the aliens! They claim they will help us build a better planet. Why not give them a chance? Humanity sure proved it doesn’t deserve any more chances.

Tomorrow, I intend to apply as an alien government official. The position entails handling commoner complaints,

The Murder of Imagination

My imagination always put me where I have never been, exchanging my life with the sad, miserable, and empty souls who reside somewhere unknown. Their experiences added flavor to my exhausted mind and consoled my broken soul. ’ You are better off than them,’ it said. But then came the time when reality beat my imagination. It was then I realized I had matured. My story had reached its climax. ‘No more for me please, God!’ my mind called. A heavier finale was not an option, even inside my imaginar

Beach With Mum

She approached the edge of the water, crouching down to match the child’s eye level.

“ Hey .. ” she whispered to the child, “wanna play tag?” She asked.

He nodded, his warm hands snuggling into her hands as quickly as he could.

“ Champ, what will you do with your castle?!” She signalled to the moist, rather damp sand that he was playing with.

“ And your toys?” She said, raising her eyebrow.

“ umm .. Leave it till later?” He half-questioned, half requested as his eyes pleadingly told her to

She Was ...

I knew she would be different from us. She lived her life deeply hurt, away from family, and away from love. Throughout our brief relationship online, I knew she was fragile; that’s why I promised myself before she arrived that I would give her all the love she needs.

I smiled as she waved at me.

She broke a glass again. Why is she doing that? I know she will apologize later, but this pattern is getting really hard to swallow.

“ Don’t look at me like that!” She said. “ I am not crazy!” She sh

The Fake Me

Roses are red, and violets are blue; that’s why you should know who she is too!“

She smiled as she heard the all too familiar fan-chant.

"Your fans adore you.” Her manager said.

“Your version of me …” She said sarcastically.

“Oh, come on, we discussed this with the management thousands of times!” He complained.

Her make-up artist added a slight blush on her and clapped her hands upon admiring her work.

“I did an amazing job.” She said.

She moved her face closer to the mirror, admiring the

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