Flash Fiction – Stranded

  Waves crash against the rocks as the ocean smashes against the new safe world he now calls home. The sea is vicious as he waits for his saviour to rescue him. The demons talking in his head. His chest tightens as the atmosphere smothers his breath and takes the air out his lungs. He remembers the death that brought him here to this island. A murder and blood. 7 Days Ago… The top deck was quiet that night. No one was there. In the dark, he walked under the stars thinking… Read More

Flash Fiction – The Stranger

  The feeling of unease is intense as I walk along hiding in the shadows of trees. The noise is there just behind me beating amongst the rain as it pelts hard against my skin. Footsteps, gaining on me, getting louder and echoing in my mind causing panic as I imagine the terror the other girls have felt before me. Forgetting my umbrella was the first mistake I made as I left in a rush. The second mistake was leaving my phone. The phone that right now could save me from the… Read More

Flash Fiction -The Blind Date

  Candice was late for a lunch date with Drake. She hurried along the busy  London streets to try and catch up the time to arrive before he did. She wanted to arrive before him so she had time to observe at a distance and run in case he was another weird guy like the last one. The air was warm with a touch of heat, enough to make sweat marks on the underside of her pale tunic. She flings her long, dark chestnut hair over her shoulder to cool down her neck from the clamminess.  She… Read More

Flash Fiction – The Rock Cafe

    I stand by the counter making a cup of our finest Columbian roast espresso. The girl ordering, carries a pile of books under her arm and a haphazardly balanced messenger bag over her shoulder. She is a regular to the seaside café. Always comes in at 1.15pm. She comes in every Tuesday as it’s her free period at university, to make the most of her study period and says that the ambience of the cafe while watching the waves on the rocks gives her inspiration. She is studying to become a journalist… Read More

Flash Fiction – Morning Coffee

I pick up my Latte in one hand lacing my fingers around the handle and cradle it with the other. I take small sips while peering over the top. He is exquisite. Tall, tanned with short brown hair that is flicked to the side. Dark brown piercing eyes. He wears a suit jacket that reaches his belt and underneath black trousers, white shirt with the top two buttons undone. He is ridiculously wet from the rain and I notice a small drop of water make its way down a strand of hair and splash… Read More

Flash Fiction

My first attempt at flash fiction! I hope I’ve accomplished what was asked?