Historias de Flashfiction

A collection of short horror stories that feel too real. Sleep paralysis that won't let go. Shadows that watch from the corner. Things that go bump in the night. These are the nights I couldn't wake up from... until I did. Some are memories. Some are worse. Read if you dare-but don't say I didn't warn you.

With a pinpoint humor, and an unparalleled eye for the odd detail, Manny Furious explores the profundity of the mundane with this collection of poetry, haiku, flash fiction and micro-fiction. Worklife, homelife, lovelife, and everything in between is at the mercy of Furious's whiplike control over language, and the absurdity of Existence itself is placed under Furious's microscopic observation to be mocked, ridiculed, and, ultimately, celebrated. With a deft combination of quirk, insight and sheer imagination, PUERILE AND POINTLESS WITH NO HOPE FOR ENLIGHTENMENT is a poetic journey unlike any made before

Compilations of my flashfictions.

In cosmos where emotions and ideas drift like wandering stars, stories born from every corner of the literary universe. Some asteroids glow warm with love's soft gravity, while others crackle with the electric pulse of danger. A few tumble through space carrying the lightness of laughter, while others hide the silent eclipse of tragedy. You'll encounter shards of enchanted realms, mirrors of inner galaxies where thoughts echo, fragments of real-life constellations, and even gateways to worlds beyond worlds. Together, they form a constellation of moments-brief, brilliant, and unforgettable. Step into this orbit of shifting wonders and let your imagination drift far beyond gravity's reach.

A work of flash fiction as to improve my writing skills and for fun. Full of fantasy, romance, mystery and loneliness. I hope when whoever reads this that they will comment, give some feedback so I can learn and become a better writer.

All Evelynna wants is a bagel with schmear, lox, maybe a sprig of dill. Is that too much?

Tommy's school is putting on a community Christmas choir concert. His grudge against the Mother Superior might just make this concert one of the most memorable.

The Grim Reaper is wanting a different job. Centuries of 'expiring' people has taken its toll.

A flash fiction short story that follows a woman getting her cancer diagnosis and being told the odds are in her favor. Or are they?

A collection of short stories & flash fiction. Surrealism. Horror. A dreamlike world. A haze and a fog. Weekly updates.

Short stories inspired by the mantra from each episode of my "Melody's Ambient Meditation" series 2 podcast. Each episode contains 25 minutes of beautifully ambient sounds, soothing music and a guided meditation and mantra, read to you in my quiet and calming voice. All crafted to help you relax and slow down. I release a new episode every few days. I hope you enjoy either listening or reading these inspired stories in this book. 🎧 To find all my Podcasts, such as 'Melody's Ambience Sleep', just search for 'Melody's Ambience' in your favourite app. 💌 You can get in touch with me @melodysambience on Facebook and Instagram or email melodys.ambience@gmail.com Melody❤️

These are the responses I wrote to various weekly writing challenges on the writing app Auctor. I write this for practice, for fun, and to build up a pile of story ideas I can return to and use to potentially write full-fledged pieces. Any feedback on these short ideas is appreciated!

She gives him a flower. He loses it. Where did it go? A short flash fiction story - enjoy!

Life is a brightly lit amusement park where everyone is running, though no one is quite sure where. We chase a version of happiness that feels like a prize behind thick glass. Sometimes we argue about which line to stand in; other times, we just queue there in silence, listening to the dry, mechanical click of the clock overhead. By the time the gates lock, you're just a tired person sitting on a bench with a flat soda, relieved that there's nothing left to see. Is that what we're calling happiness? A feeling that's only worth it because it's over? So I came to high school and surrendered the frantic, glittering chase for achievement. I joined Detective Novels Club, where my seniors spent their afternoons dusting for fingerprints with cocoa powder or clipping together ransom notes from yesterday's news. It was the sort of place people joined as a second club, the kind of place you go when you're already doing too much and need a spot to hide from the sun. The third year seniors graduated and left me behind. I was promoted to become the president then, but there was no one left in the club to lead. The student council began circling. If I couldn't conjure fresh memberships out of thin air, they would dissolve the club and reassign me to some frantic, crowded corner of the school. My club advisor sat before me, his voice sounding like dry leaves scattering across pavement. He told me that the club must grow or serve some concrete purpose, or it was finished. I told him I would try, but it was a lie. I went through the motions, taping posters to hallway walls, offering to solve 'mysteries', whatever that meant. In any case, I had little lingering attachments that place, so I wouldn't go all out to save the club now. It just wouldn't fit the way I chose to live my life. I expected a slow, quiet afternoon of sipping tea and reading books. But to think that someone actually came.

The crew of the colony ship, Aurora, is finishing up their work on the newest colony for the Federation when their platform fails to connect. They rally around each other, deciding to start a new federation knowing that devastation is the only reason they wouldn't be able to connect to the homeworld. Follow the transformation of the single colony as they begin to forge their own grand alliance...

It began with schoolgirls. Not with a declaration. Not with a drum. Just-gone. A meditation on war, grief, and the mathematics of loss. When the turban fell in Tehran, the world held its breath-then chose sides. But for those inside the event horizon, morning is just another word for mourning. 1000 words. One pulse. Still beating.

A collection of drabbles from little contest and prompt submissions I've participated in. Visual Prompts: Write a short story, a poem, a description or a dialogue using a picture as your prompt. NOTE: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @Mochi711 on Wattpad. Thank you.

Leonard Snart and Charlie Cooper broke it off about a year and a half ago for reason unknown to Charlie. Leonard had his reason for breaking up with her but he didn't want to share what said reasons were. But when Charlie gets seriously hurt he comes running back. Will he be able to save her? Will she let him? Disclaimer: Snart or any characters or ideas from any of the arrowverse tv shows do not belong to me. Only Charlie and any other characters or ideas that are added into the story line belong to me.

Presenting~~~the art of two sentence horror story. Originally from my playful mind, brought to real life by my hands. Enjoy the series of horror story that won't make you disappointed, but will certainly brought your jaw to the floor. Enjoy reading, ka readers! Follow for more amazing stories! Salamatin, wika ni Awtor! Deo Gracias.

No jump scares. Only slow, creeping dread. These stories haunt softly in your memory you can't escape. And once you hear them, you'll keep listening- searching for the sound behind the silence.