Flash Fiction: Flipping Houses

It's 1:30 AM and I can't sleep. Probably because it's 100 degrees in my bedroom and my parents refuse to turn the air conditioner any lower. That, and for some reason I keep thinking about ghosts. I mean, it's too hot in my room to sleep with more than one blanket, but one blanket is too … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Flipping Houses


Flash Fiction: A Celebration at Holly Lake

I recently shared a small piece of writing- here -that I did in my creative writing course this summer. Here is the full, finished short story (although it's definitely more of a flash-fiction piece). A Celebration at Holly Lake Tic-tic-plume. Tic-tic-tic-plume. Skipping rocks dive underwater, upsetting thick layers of fleshy moss as they sink past. He fondles … Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Celebration at Holly Lake