The Umbrella Tree (FFM Day 7) Elina had not expected it to rain glitter. She distinctly remembered this early morning’s outcome on the weather slot machine: warm sunshine. It had been the same outcome for the last five weeks. The world didn’t run on the unexpected. Everything was meticulously planned, right down to the last mini-second.The Umbrella Tree (FFM Day 7) by WishingUnderThatStar
For the world to suddenly change unsettling. There was no room for change or individuality. Decided upon by the people in the Main Building, everything had been allocated a colour. Those working in public service and medicine wore white, industrial workers wore brown, politicians or those who have a placement at the Main Building wore purple and vendors or retail workers wore green.
And ordinary citizens wore blue.
Elina put on her blue coat and, as she went to open the door, she heard the tune of the tannoy system. A cheerful voice announced, “We apologise for the sudden change in w
Clouds and Jellyfish (FFM Day 4) Harvesting cloud crystals was a perilous job. Dodging lightening storms, evading pirates and encountering hostile locals were the least of their worries. Often they spent days, sometimes even weeks, in the sky combing the clouds for crystals. Depending on the quality, a small pouch of cloud crystals were worth a lot of money. In its raw state, a cloud crystal was a dully, ugly colour. Once given to a jeweller, the result was said to be beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, it was only allowed to be worn by the rich.Clouds and Jellyfish (FFM Day 4) by WishingUnderThatStar
Kale had been swabbing the deck until, stationed at the crow's nest, Wart cried, “A bloom is coming our way, starboard side!”
The crew froze. It was unusual to come across jellyfish in the sky, especially in these parts. The captain closed his eyes and listened. He grunted. “Sounds like a bunch of gabbing old lady jellyfish.” To the crew, he ordered, “Bring in our nets! Stop the engine and d
A Virtual Holiday Sel flicked through another virtual holiday magazine. With 4 minutes and 9 seconds to go until her entitled holiday leave, Sel had yet to pick her holiday destination.A Virtual Holiday by WishingUnderThatStar
Stationed at one of the larger orbital stations, Sel and the rest of the crew were ordered to work on rotation. There were a dozen of them, although two were in stasis sleep. Sel had seen them. They were only to be wakened when one of the crew members malfunctioned. Manning a space station was a stressful job.
Sel swapped her holiday magazine for one that had been resting in the rack. The 2013 magazine featured popular destinations in Europe. The magazines showed their age; the European Union disbanded many hundred years ago.
Sel had not been surprised that the space station had been equipped with an old database. Any files over 300 years of age are considered to be in the public domain and are free to download. Still, Sel appreciated the
FFM24: It's Raining MenShe's finally done it, Dani realized as lightning streaked across the sky, the damn writer had lost the last bit of grey matter keeping her from the cuckoo bin. The forecaster had predicted rain, but not this kind of rain. The first drop to hit the pavement was six feet tall of glistening, rippling sex beast. He should have died instantly, but since the writer was out of her vulcan mind, he landed gently beside the first and just as shirtless.FFM24: It's Raining Men by NamelessShe
“Love me,” he said, holding out a hand.
Dani groaned, pretending not to look. This was so wrong.
All around the world, people stopped to watch this mysterious rain. Traffic stalled. Inside, the forecaster who had predicted a wonderful summer shower hid in his office, studying the readouts. It just wasn't possible. Men don't fall from the sky like rain.
“You've done it now,” Dani shouted, “Don't pretend you can't hear me. I know you're typing this right now. You have to stop this.”
Kaleen, the writer, ignored he
Insignificance"Humans are simply insignificant. The imminent destruction of their race is irrevocable."Insignificance by TheDoorWithin
The words mingled like the whimpers cast by torn bits of shredded papers. Three bodies stood erect, side by side with their long coats brushing against each other and creating sparks of friction. Not one of them looked at another, all too focused on the clear glass cast in front of them.
"Agreed," said the one on the far right. His lips fought each other in a battle of oppression, and pensive creases flaunted his brow. "They are mere ants compared to the might of our race. We are superior, and destiny calls for our destruction of the planet they call Earth."
The first speaker, the tallest, nodded in agreement. His goatee crawled at his neck, and between the two creatures, a smaller one shoved his tiny hands against the glass. Before them laid the universe, and at their deft fingertips all planets bowed down. The tap of a nail on this glass could mean the death of millions, and a shove too violent
New Life “How long ago did you purchase the product, sir?” Uninterested, careless.New Life by CatLeo9894
“About a month ago.” Stern, annoyed. Something under the surface.
“I need you to be more specific, sir.” The quiet turn of a page. Inattentive.
Deep breath, holding onto annoyance. “I purchased on the 3rd of June.”
“That’s over our 31 day return policy sir.” Pen tapping. Bored.
“You falsely advertised.” Anger, fear and something else.
“Your interpretation of our product is no fault of ours. There is nothing I can do for you, sir.”
“Listen here, you little shit.” Sharp, hard voice. “Your company said that this product would be the birth of new life. I hugged my daughter this morning, and do you know what happened?” Choked. Guilty.
“There are variations to every product, sir, you mu
New AdditionSarah inhaled deeply and braced herself. Head down. Eyes in front. One foot in front of the other. Sage advice her father had given whenever she was anxious. She took one more calming breath, set her shoulders firmly, and turned the corner.New Addition by ezradeacon
The onslaught was immediate and almost caused her to turn and run in a blind panic in the opposite direction. Instead, she bit down firmly on her tongue (another trick her father had taught her) and strode headlong in to the maddening throng.
The brightly coloured balloons and decorations glared harshly in the early morning sunlight, mocking her with their joviality. An assortment of clowns, animals and childhood characters danced gaily through the arcade; their fake laughter and painted-on grins making her feel nauseous. Woven throughout the festivities, children and parents alike, merrily soaking in the carnival-like atmosphere.
This, above all else, affected her the hardest. She began to hyperventilate and, with tears welling in her e
Saltwater TaffyShe wasted all her time wishing, wishing under that star, that she never focused on anything else in life. During the days she spent countless hours sketching galaxies and stars. During the nights she’d refuse to sleep; she was afraid that if she turned away from her window for just one second, her star would disappear, and her wish would never come true.Saltwater Taffy by FieryDownpour479
She’d never tell us her wish; she was too afraid to let it out. It was hers to keep, no one else’s. It was like a secret between her and her star. The star seemed to be her only friend. Ever since her fourth birthday we had to keep her out of school. Now she was seven, but her head kept her hanging in the clouds, so to anyone else, she was a newborn constellation. It was hard to tell others that she was actually soon to be a shooting star.
Every night she’d stare out her hospital window with the IV implanted into her arm. The nurses would try to help get her back into bed, but she wouldn’t budge. She was
FFM Links - July 3, 2014Welcome to Flash Fiction Month 2014, Day Three.FFM Links - July 3, 2014 by Flash-Fic-Month
Flash Fiction Month is about writing one piece of very short "flash" fiction (55-1000 words) every day of July.
Paste a link to your flash fiction piece for July 3rd in the comments below.
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From time to time, we'll ramp it up a gear and ask you to try your hand at a challenge. It's your choice whether you do the challenge, but to be eligible for a weekly prize, you need to have completed all stories for that week, submitted them on time, and completed all the challenges. If you complete every challenge and write a piece every day for the whole month, you might be in line for even better prizes, and you'll certainly get a whiter smile, be invited to more parties and improve your manly/womanly vigour.
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I'm Izzy and for the past year or so, I've not been that active. I hope to change that and I really want to get involved in the community again.
Although I enjoy drawing, I'm not very good at it and am currently learning the basics. I wouldn't want to inflict my drawings on people so I'm not going to upload them on here. My "photography" is pretty bad, too. I've only put some photos up to give my gallery a bit of colour since it's full of literature.
I write fiction and poetry and focus on the fantasy and romance genres. I love to read fantasy, romance and horror.