Free Fiction
I’ve had a request to post some of my flash fiction, so I have.
First up, here’s my ten-word terror.
POL POT’S LAST WORDS.
‘It was art. Transforming people. Those fields were outdoor exhibitions.’
And here’s my 80 word story that I mentioned in the previous post.
COMPULSION.
Alone. Scared. Frail. Helpless.
Nose. Mouth. Open. Waiting.
Clamp. Pinch. Tighten. Hold.
Gaze. Dim. Fading. Gone.
Doors. Halls. Lights. Noise.
Shudder. Surge. Thrill. Joy.
Exit. Street. Night. Bliss.
Dizzy. High. Euphoric. Faint.
Stop. Sit. Rest. Breathe.
Calm. Quiet. Steady. Still.
Stare. Space. Moon. Stars.
Trance. Numb. Blank. Void.
Blink. Cold. Stiff. Sore.
Itch. Need. Crave. Ache.
Rise. Stretch. Walk. Seek.
Paths. Stairs. Symbols. Signs.
Wings. Wards. Floors. Rooms.
Curtains. Beds. Lumps. Snores.
Scan. Choose. Wake. Inform.
Old. Feeble. Useless. Next.
