30 Days of Flash Fiction
“Hmm,” Rebecca mutters. “It doesn’t look like a rocket.” “Maybe they’re hobo aliens. Why else would they travel in trash can lids?” Before Rebecca can respond, a noise like an orchestra of crickets begins echoing from the object…. This content…...
David reached for the phone. His head throbbed. The vodka swam inside. Margaret is dead. Come to Cranshaw House immediately. David shot out of bed, hangover forgotten. Those bastards, they murdered her! They. Will. Pay. … This content is for members…...
Rocket went missing. We spent days combing through the house. Emily wanted to call the police. We hid our phones. Fred finally found him in a cupboard. We never told the kids. RIP little goldhamster…. This content is for members…...
“What did you make?” Susan asked as she limped over to examine her son’s creation. “It’s a rocket, Mommy,” he replied. “So we can fly away to someplace else the next time Daddy gets mad.”… This content is for members…...
Frankencow heard low rumbling in the distance and looked up. Bingo rode a rocket across the sky, waving down to her. She shook her head, and hoped this trip wouldn’t end like the last one…. This content is for members…...
“Are you sure this thing will fly?” “Yes. I followed the directions on the internet” “Here goes. Cover your ears.” The rocket flew straight up. The boys ran when it came straight down and exploded…. This content is for members…...
“Where’s my money?” Bruce shoved me against the counter. “I ….” “Saw your boss on TV flying to space. Where is it?” “I….” I could barely see the barman through swollen eyes when I came to…. This content is for…...
“Hmm,” Rebecca mutters. “It doesn’t look like a rocket.” “Maybe they’re hobo aliens. Why else would they travel in trash can lids?” Before Rebecca can respond, a noise like an orchestra of crickets begins echoing from the object…. This content…...
