FLASH FICTION #7

I felt the rush of pain go through my body as I saw my train cart pull up.

“Be careful and make friends!” my mom said sounding scared for me

“I will be, I will be I promise” I said as I grabbed my bag and clutched my books.

As I walked into the train car I saw so many kids whom I didn’t know.

“Hey give me my books back!” one of the boys yelled

I ignored them and found a train car.

WINNER OF THE FIRST WTGP FLASH FICTION CONTEST! #6

  tears  

Tears are a map of where you've been

The trails left behind

Are the trails you've tracked

The string follows innocently behind you

Reminding you of the sorrow

You must one day face

FLASH FICTION CONTEST #7

I sat against the oak, escaping Katrine’s whining. From deep in the forest I could hear howls, sending shivers down my spine.

I paused, hearing a deep growl nearby. Thick fog soaked through my jeans. Twigs snapped underneath as a red wolf stalked into the clearing, blood dripping from its jaws. The air smelled like iron.

I scrambled backwards towards home, our eyes locked.

“Samet!” I crashed through the broken door to Mother holding Katrine, cornered. I slipped behind the beast, whacking its snout with a poker, sending it scampering. I lifted the cellar doors, and we descended into darkness.

FLASH FICTION #4

“This janitor is so weird.” whispered Kyle to Johnathan.

Standing five feet away from them was Dan the janitor, the strangest Janitor ever. He would spray pink graffiti on the walls and then, he’d clean it until it was all gone and he would blast heavy metal music with a speaker.

Despite his crazy loud music, he somehow heard Kyle. He quickly walked up to them and asked “I think the word you’re looking for is talented.”

He made a strange bird sound, did a backflip while spraying the ceiling pink, and then, an eagle landed on his head.

FLASH FICTION ENTRY #5

He was a simple man. He took everything at face value, understanding everything as it was.
Sometimes people told him this was a gift. He believed it was a gift. Someone told him you are knowledgeable, he thought he was smart and became arrogant. Someone told him that his curiosity was unsurpassed. He thought he was creative.

A simple man now “gifted”, “arrogant”, “creative” met one more person. The last man gave him the greatest advice.

“Advice not for any other,” he said.

And he developed greed.

Flash Fiction Entry #3

A russian boy at a very young age was sent to the mountains. The mountains in the way north had very rare herbs and could cure lots of diseases. This boy needed herbs for his grandfather but the conditions of these mountains were harsh!

As the boy Climbed the mountains, it was easy because there was no harsh weather!

But as he finished gathering herbs, the weather became worse. But, he stayed strong till the end and made it home. Sadly, by the time he got back, his grandfather was dead. But from then on, he would always stay strong.

Flash Fiction Entry #2

Murder. It shaleth be murdereth. A person got murdered. One guy was on top of a building with a flintlock pistol. There was another person at the top of the building. The person with the flintlock shot it at the guy. The guy who got shot was severely bleeding. After he shot it, witnesses heard a splat on the ground.

What's the number of the people who died and how?



Answer: The guy who shot the flint back fell off the building because of the knockback and the
guy who got shot died of severe bleeding.

Flash Fiction Entry #1

It all happened super fast, all I remember was flashing lights, people screaming, and the pain in me. That's really all I guess.

“Hey! Wake up!” Someone gently pushed me awake. I woke up startled and scanned the room, everything seemed the same, the pale tan walls, the bookshelf , the coffee table, the pale brown cupboards, and my parents I’m pretty sure, sitting on the chairs looking worried and a nurse I;m pretty sure. She was saying something but I couldn't understand, all I saw was shock on my parents face...