Flashfiction Stories

I'm writing these minecraft oneshots/short stories/ flash fiction. Whatever the name. There 💫minecraft💫 About Steve, Alex, Herobrine, notch, or any original character for the story. All is set in the world of minecraft, of just life or another exciting new story to tell! pls enjoy! Disclamer: I do not own any of the images I put in my books unless specifically said so

A place for all the short (less than 800 words) stories that I've written, since about 2023. I update once a blue moon when the mood strikes me. Reocurring themes include that feeling you get while dissociating at a moderately sized party, the blurry line between comedy and horror, and those little moments that nobody thinks of but I never shut up about. Some of it's not that good, but I don't think it really needs to be. I just want it to exist. --- Or; what several years of sporadic writing does to a mf.

Not every heartbreak comes from a stranger. Sometimes it comes from the one who stayed beside you while breaking you. "𝙏𝙝𝙚 '𝙝𝙞𝙢' 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙." A story of deception and trust, and the quiet strength it takes to walk away when the truth finally shows. 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This is created for Versification 2026. It will have both poem and flash fiction stories, hopefully for all 30 prompts. I will delete it, and move them to other books after the judging is over.

|SHORT SHORT ONE| A girl who's just moved to the country meets a mysterious boy who lives on an old, abandoned farm. *** Serena's greatest nightmare has come true: she's moved to the Midwest. No service, no big cities, no hot boy to flirt with; things couldn't be worse. But then she meets Billy, a mysterious boy who lives alone on a farm with many animals, including an ovenbird who disappears as much as him. As the two bond and learn more about each other, Serena discovers the truth about Billy and his farm: why his parents abandoned him, and why they left all their animals behind. As well as the true identity of the ovenbird. *** An assignment given to me by a published author. *Based on a dream.*

Over a century after the failed colonization, the backing government finally agreed to launch another expedition. This time instead of trying to spread to a new world, the expedition's primary goal will be to discover what happened to the original craft and its crew. Will the new journey answer the numerous questions of the homeworld? Or will they share the same fate as their lost kindred...

Flash fictions, contest entries and stuff! Here are my entries for various writing challenges, contests and prompts, plus random writings. There's poetry, flash fiction and more!

Random Flash Fanfiction in different worlds of Game of Thrones, Naruto (for now). ================================================================================== Disclaimer I: I do not own Naruto, Naruto: Shippuden, A Song of Ice and Fire, or Game of Thrones. Disclaimer II: The cover art was generated using AI for illustrative purposes and is not my hand-drawn work.

She was told her life wasn't supposed to go like this, but in a world shaped by Speedsters, Karen Starr was lucky enough to be heading right where she should. Even if the journey to become a hero took longer than the first round. ••• [Part One of Three of the To Be Human Series] [Eventual Barry Allen/Karen Starr] [Seasons 1-2 of CW's The Flash; Seasons 3-4 of Arrow; Season 1 of Supergirl]

After the events of Flashpoint Caused by Barry Allen the Irresponsible Selfish Scarlett Speedster who this time stopped Reverse Flash from killing Nora Allen his mother but when he reverted time he changed the timeline yet again and now the world is filled with neutralizing destructive Adversaries who's lives were ruined by Flashpoint including a version of The Flash called Bart Henry Allen a.k.a Enphyx a version of Barry who was struck by a unknown radioactive green lightning that only appeared in the sky after Barry changed the timeline reversing the trajectory and color of the lightning that was supposed to turn him into the flash now Enphyx after finding out his entire family and friends we're erased from the Flashpoint antimatter wave Enphyx is back for revenge planning to make sure to completely ruin Barry's life no matter what.

A collection of 500-word stories for @The_Weekend_Write-In

A short epistolary journey through the things we leave unsaid when the chance to speak is gone. Date Started: January 30, 2026 Date Ended: April 29, 2026

complete. We are all written in drafts-unfinished, uncertain, quietly becoming. Drafts of Becoming is a collection of moments that shaped us while we were still learning who we are. Because becoming is never sudden.

Flash fiction story: It's Duane Reade, there's a guy on acid. Story commence...

Fragments of the Dark is a book of twisty, macabre and hard-hitting tales told in only two sentences. It's like getting a bag full of assorted mixed candies... the only difference is that each finely wrapped piece of sugary goodness is laced with deadly poison and maybe hiding a razor blade or two beneath the small, sweet surface of every delectable bite.

Today is June 6th, 2039-almost a new decade, and it's starting off with a bang. Because of global warming, governments from most countries have... kind of merged together. It's confusing, but basically America, Russia, and everything in between collided. So yes, Ireland got dragged into it-and England too. Lucky us. When it all happened, it was chaos. It was like an earthquake that lasted six hours. The sea shifted as well, causing massive tsunamis. A lot of people died. People thought it was going to be the "end of the world." But some of us were still here. After everything settled, most of the governments came together and turned this new land into camps for kids. They said it was to train us-to "see our worth." Don't ask why. It was one of their ideas. The first test they gave us was a test of emotion. How did they do that? They killed our parents in front of us and made us watch. Some kids had it worse-their parents were tortured. I feel bad for them. I got off lucky. Mine were just shot in the head. My name is Jonah. I have a weird hair color-pink-but I like it. My eyes are just normal blue. The government let me keep my dad's jacket before he died. That's why I wear this brown coat with fur lining. Everything else I wear is pretty average-blue pants with a belt and a purple shirt that matches my hair. Oh, and I have pale skin. I look sick most of the time, but that's probably because they don't feed us much here. But I guess there's a good side to some stories... right? I

A girl deep in the throes of depression is trapped in an abusive relationship and to pass the time, she stares at his fan inevitably turning around above her on the ceiling, wishing she were d£ad. Inspired by Ethel Cain's 'Head in the Wall'

Create a myistery flash fiction and put the link in the comments. Everybody can vote on the survey.😊

During WWII in France, a river becomes the only place where two teenagers feel real. She still has school, and he might be forced to go to war. What will happen if he is forced to leave? Will things ever feel the same for either of them again? A short story of hope, fear, helplessness, and longing for a life they could only imagine.

A drop of rain, One glimpse of pain, A flake of snow, One flicker of glow, A gust of wind, One knot to bind. A beam of sunlight, One glimpse of fight, A breath of air, One flicker of despair, A patch of sky, One question-why? A crystal of ice, One glimpse of sacrifice, A flame of fire, One flicker of desire, A petal of rose, One wish-to be close. A wave of water, One glimpse of laughter, A pellet of hail, One flicker of wail, A pebble of stone, One gesture to atone. A speck of dust, One glimpse of lust, A veil of mist, A flicker of twist, A crust of frost, One fear-to not lost. A collection of flash fictions.